New kicks

In the past month, Isaac has gone from "walking" (read: taking a couple of tentative and unpredictable steps) to WALKING (read: perambulating on his own ev-er-y-where). He is also continuing in his fat-dom, so last Saturday we broke down and bought him a pair of K-Swiss sneaks, size 4:




He digs his new shoes quite hard, and is unstoppable in his desire to wander around aimlessly when he has them on. He scoffs at us, "Just try strapping me in my stroller now, punks! You'll be sorry you were born!"