The Isaac Renaissance

Just as the Renaissance came about as a sudden blossoming of minds, so has our intrepid hero acquired many new skillz almost simultaneously, which now causes him to rock our world. In the last week alone, Isaac has learned how to:
1) get into a sitting position by himself
2) really crawl (expanding from his army-crawling only repertoire)
3) say such notable syllables as "da" "tuh" "kuh" "suh", and intermingle them together
4) pull himself up on furniture or stairs and stand there
Here he is trying to climb the steps. We are actually cheating a bit -- the landing is just a hair too tall for him to swing his massive little gams up onto it, so he just flings his top half as far as he can onto it and then screams with frustration until I come and rectify the situation. But he very predictably crawls right up to it, reaches up onto it, and pulls his little self into a leaning-over standing position, or a modified stand/squat, as illustrated here.

All the physical activity is very exciting of course, but my very favorite is his babbling ability. When he does this, he actually sounds like he is trying to tell you something, or to point something out. Many times I find that I have to convince myself that he didn't just tell me "look at that crazy vacuum-cleaner," or "yes, that was my belly you made those loud farting noises on". Tonight when we picked up Dad from work, he babbled continuously along with the Beach Boys. Unfortunately, there is no "ma" kind of syllable yet in his repertoire, which is highly annoying. There is "dadadadada" all day long. What am I, chopped liver? I ONLY, oh, keep you alive with my dwindling fat reserves, you silly baby. But anyway, I find myself falling oh so deeply in love with him as he evolves into a "walking" "talking" little person. It is seriously detrimental to me getting anything done at work. I can't think about anything else but his irresistably, fascinatingly cute little personality. Is that really so wrong? If it is, I don't wanna be right. ;)