With the flecks of green in his blue eyes from his daddy.
And his love of being silly. This child. He will fall if he thinks it will get a laugh, tell jokes that don't yet go anywhere, make silly faces until MY face hurts just looking at him.
Sometimes he is sandpaper to my patience. I will play with him, a computer game, or blocks, or legos, or 'monsters'. And then I will get up to care for his sister/make a meal/move laundry/sweep these floors. He will, before I have taken a step, ask me if I will be a team with him.
I don't think he realizes that we are a team to the extent we are with everyday.
Actually, that's a good point. I'll have to tell him that. It might help. I knew I was blogging this early before anyone else is awake for a reason. Thank you, blog.
But back to the topic on hand. He is go go go 110% of the time. And I... I am not.
When my patience is raw, I encourage tasks that can be done by himself.
Art. Computer time. Photography.
And then I get to see our home and our life through his eyes. It's such a gift to me.
Advent calendar, flour, the cheese slicer.
The dirty stove.
The sheddingest cat in all of shed-dom.
This glorious girl. "A Sister." His favorite person in the whole world. He gave her his robot to entertain her, while I did whatever I was doing with flour and the cheese slicer.
From later, me on the computer. Her hands! Look at her hands. I must photograph Isaac's hands. Today. That will happen.