So, over the past week or so, Isaac has decided that it's quite delightful to scare the living day lights out of me. It started on Sunday. We were at my nephew Jacob's lacross game. Isaac was doing fantastic, and really chumming it up with any and everyone who paid him any attention. He must have gotten a little too excited, because he spit up a little bit on my shoulder.
I wiped him off, then stuck him in his stoller, took off my puke splattered sweatshirt, and wheeled him back over to where we had been standing. I hadn't stopped the stroller for more than a moment, when my friends' son Olin said "he's crawling out"
I managed to grab Isaac or should I say Houdini, in mid-fall, just as his feet left the stroller, and he was aiming head first toward the ground. I have to admit, I came VERY close to soiling my jeans in that moment.
I'm still considering having Olin be Isaac's stand in God father! I mean, he's already saved his life!
The next time Isaac tried to fly was yesterday morning. He had finished his breakfast, so I put him in his pack n play, so I could attempt to clean up a little bit around the kitchen. Ian came upstairs for breakfast and to get his things ready for school. Well, when Isaac got wind of that, he stood himself up, and launched himself out of the pack n play! Well, tried to anyway. He was less than succesful, thank heavens.
The minute Ian and Michael left, I dropped the bottom of that pack n play real quick! Now he can stand up all he wants, and he's not getting out of there! Knock on wood!
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