His daddy calls him Little Bumblebee or Buz Buz Buz because he likes the “bzzzzz” sound.
I call him Bubbies, Baby Boy, Chubber Wubbers, Isaac Man, Little Man, Cutie Batootie, Sweetie-P, Cutie-P…
This little boy is so driven. He wants to see and taste and do everything. All at once. I love the intense look his little face gets when he sees something new he wants to explore. He is crawling. Everywhere. He loves to practice walking. Everywhere.
He has a mind of his own, but he also has a soft heart. He is very teachable and he’s already learning to listen. We’re practicing baby sign language together and figuring out our new boundaries.
His laugh melts my heart. The way he lays his head on my shoulder when he’s sleepy. How he reaches up and touches my face while he’s nursing. The fake cough he makes when he wants attention or doesn’t want to eat any more rice cereal. How he gets excited about bath time and seeing the doggies at MiMi & Grandpa’s.
I can’t believe how fast the months are flying by. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like they are when he wakes up for the sixth time in the middle of the night…but when I’m nursing him and he cuddles in close and looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes and smiles a milky, contented smile…yes, they are flying by.
He is our little boy. Our tiny man who is growing so, so fast. He is dying to walk on his own, working so hard to become more and more independent. In my heart of hearts I want him to be just as independent as he wants to be. But my heart of hearts also aches at times that he is growing and changing so fast.
The ache reminds me to slow down. To notice. To soak it all in. To let get of the long, difficult nights that come. To rejoice with him in his new discoveries. To be here, now, in this moment.
We love you, Isaac Man!