Three years ago today, Isaiah Edward came into this world, ticked off as all heck, wailing for over an hour after birth (most babies are in a quiet alert stage the first hour, not my darling Isaiah, he cried constantly until I was able to get him on the breast). My only child born at term. He is still our little spit-fire, all boy, rough and tumble. He loves to tackle his big brother and sister and he can't wait until he's big enough to play football. But with as ornery as he is, he can be also be the sweetest little boy, giving his little brother his paci, or giving me a back rub or one of his great big bear hugs. He is starting to be better about sleeping at night. Most nights now he sleeps until 5am, but we do still have nights when he's up once or twice. He just isn't a good sleeper, but thats alright. Most mornings he'll crawl into bed with me and snuggle until we have to get up. Fine by Mommy! Happy Birthday Isaiah!
Isaiah and Caleb
Isaiah lifting weights. Don't worry, they were very light weights!
Love his expressions!