More cuteness, and not-so-cuteness.

So while Auntie Sib was here, Isaac seems to have developped a particularly annoying habit. Namely replying to everything we say with "eh?" with a particularly nasal up inflection. You know the sound.

So he would say, "What's that?"
and I would reply, "It's a car."
"Eh?"
"I said, it's a car."
"Eh?"
"You heard me Isaac, a car."
"Eh?"
and so on.

Now deep down inside, I know he just wants adults to repeat things so he can learn the words, but frankly, he knows enough words. We were looking at a scale of language development for toddlers, and he is, for all intents and purposes, at a 3 1/2 year old's level. He would be at a four year old's level if he could use the past tense, and he's starting to figure that out.

So frankly, I think he has all the words he needs for now. He can aquire any new ones without the benefit of "eh?"

Also, the other night, we asked him, quite innocently enough, "Are you almost ready for a bath, Isaac?"
He replied, "Almost."
Where does he get this stuff.
Oh, and now he's hopelessly addicted to the Thomas the Tank Engine web site. Grr. Because he can't quite figure out how to point the mouse, it means endless hours of me sitting at a computer staring at inane Thomas themed memory card games.

What was it Louden Wainright III wrote?
"Being a dad, can sure make you mad, man it can sure drive you crazy.
It's as hard as it looks, you gotta read 'em dumb books,
and you end up despising Walt Disney."

'nuff said.

Other than that, he is still the cutest creation to ever walk the earth. He is in his "Dad's the greatest" phase, so he wants me to "Come play trains?" as much as possible. He would be quite happy if I were to quit my job, and stay at home with him all day pushing a little toy Thomas around a wooden track. Hmmm. The thought has merit.

Also, for Sibavaughn's edification, we seem to have moved past "Horsey," a game which Biba brought to new heights as she trailed up and down the hallway of our house with Isaac pulling his little wooden cavalry soldier on wheels, and Sib following behind with the wooden farm animal set on wheels that Danielle bought him for his first birthday.

Thankfully, wonderfully, mercifully, we have averted most of the "Horsey" games since then with "Let's play Thomas!"

What is that old saying about the lesser of two evils?

Anyway, I love being a Dad, I really do. His favorite book right now is "Papa Please get the moon for me" by Eric Carle, a gift from his Step-Great-Grandmother (Clara). It has two of my favorite elements, a) A father doing the impossible to please his offspring, and b) Sound astronomical theory about the phases of the moon. Ok, so it's pretty close.

Anyway, we have read it ever day now for going on about two weeks. That book I don't mind. We needn't mention Goodnight Moon.