wassa matta you?

ok, so i hear that in the last post dad was talking some sort of nonsense about a father who is asked to kill his son isaac and so i wanted to put a kibosh on that as soon as possible. i plan on sticking around for as long as i can. who knows, i might just live at home till i am 32, but don't tell mom that.

well, life continues to go on here, and i continue to do some pretty amazing things. mom and dad say i am becoming a lot more aware, making eye contact for a lot longer, and with a lot more people. apparently it is a good developmental sign, whatever that means. sometimes i go cross-eyed, but that is just to mess with them.

i am settling down a bit, becoming a bit more mellow, and a little less whiny. i still have pretty bad colic in the evening, but i push through. i am a fighter after all. ain't no gas gonna put me out of commission.

grandpa alfred came over the other day to babysit. he seemed to be a bit upset about the padres playoff chances. i made sure to be on my best behavior so that he will come back to do it again.

we got a new bath bowl, one that i can sit up in by myself. i continue to get stronger, soon i am going to be able to beat dad in an arm wrestling contest. it is all about going over the top.

mom is enjoying a free 21-day membership at curves, she likes getting out of the house and leaving me with dad. everybody says she looks great, and i would agree. i have a hot mom.

dad on the other hand just broke a tooth yesterday. i am not sure what a tooth is, but it doesn't sound like much fun.

ok, i am going to go kick it in my swing. it is one of my favorite places to sleep. i will check you fools later.

peace in the middle east,
isaac