Isaac is a big boy. He is 38 pounds (90th percentile) and 39 inches (85th percentile). When his brother and sister aren't around, he talks a mile a minute. When a stranger is around, he is still very shy. He will not go to nursery, but he will go to sunbeams with his brother. I've decided it's good practice since he will be a sunbeam in January anyway.
He still hates potatoes unless they are french fried, and he asked for pancakes and scrambled eggs for his birthday dinner.
He is still a cuddler. He climbs into bed with us almost every night. He is happiest when he is touching someone. If I sit down, or lay down, he is immediately next to me, putting his arms around me. He always gives Erik a hug and a kiss before he leaves in the morning.
He has turned into a total 3 year-old lately. A stubborn, independent, grumpy little guy who doesn't want to cooperate. Ever. He can get through any child-lock. He is constantly hungry. He is constantly a mess because he will not let me clean him up. He hates to have his face washed, his teeth brushed, or anything else cleaned.
He loves to watch Special Agent Oso, and Team Umizoomi. He likes to play with his trains, and build cities with baseball stadiums and "towice" (police) stations. If I threaten to make him go outside naked because he is refusing to get dressed, he quickly informs me the "towice" will put me in jail. Threats and bribes really do not work with him. :)
He keeps telling me his isn't my baby--he's my Isaac. But I love my little baby, anyway.
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