The Isaac Report

I realise that the title of this post does not explain the first picture; but, let's just say that pictures like this are found when one sends the Broken Camera back to its maker, the maker actually repairs it and sends it back at no charge. Voila: the end of June, Dave starting the final run of the duathlon - a very distant memory on this cold Fall morning. Moral: sometimes one-year warranties actually come through. The next few pictures are grainy but far too precious not to include. Isaac is most often in his sister's arms. Hannah actually held him through the entirety of mass last Sunday and is very proud to do so - especially if there are any friends her age to witness the event. She does claim that he sometimes gets heavy; but holding Isaac is the first thing that she wants to do when she bursts in the door after school.

As you can see, Isaac sort of likes her too. Dear little Hannah is incredibly reliable and she really is an important member of our team - invaluable, actually.

Isaac looking astonished. Of all his looks, astonishment seems to be the most common. Perhaps he is just now grasping the nature of the family into which he has been born. (Interpret that as you wish.)

Benjamin seems to be cut from the same mold as his sister with a little bit of his older brother thrown in.

"I can hold Isaac and read a book, Mom!" (Actual quote)

Reaching the really exciting part in the book.

Joseph tends to have a mischievous look in his eye each time that he holds Isaac. But, then again, Joseph always has that look in his eye (as those who sit behind us in church can surely agree).

Isaac wondering about Joseph's qualifications. And, by the way, if I could compose an ode dedicated to our wee Isaac, I would. He is officially a fabulous baby. He takes a pacifier without popping it out incessantly; he breastfeeds like a champ but has no problem taking a late-night bottle from his daddy so that his mommy can recharge; he, wonder of wonders, can put himself to sleep; he seems to understand that night time around here starts at 7:30pm and ends 12 hours later; he is desperately trying to find his thumb (this makes me happy); and he has just started smiling. The only problem is that if he smiles at only one twin or, heaven forbid, Jacob before Hannah or vice versa, then a huge fight ensues. But, we could be dealing with a lot worse. (Oh wait, he does hate most of my favourite foods and likes to tell me at night.) Nevertheless, thank you, Isaac. As my sister said: I've heard of babies like that.

And God laughed.