These days, Isaiah is content being his own Magellan.  He wanders the house, inspecting every little thing that he thinks is interesting, points (with his finger now!  not his palm like he’s gesturing for you to sing along!) and says something in his secret language.  I interpret the best I can and then give some moronic excuse.  My responses never satisfy him because he always looks somewhat disappointed in me after I’m done talking, like it wasn’t creative enough or something.  I get defensive.  Like, SORRY, THERE’S NOT MUCH TO SAY ABOUT THE DOOR STOPPER THIS MORNING.

I wonder what he’s thinking.  Every little thing he points to, I explain what it is and he looks so darn disappointed, as if the straw in his Mott’s Apple Juice box is actually a magic stick that turns into a sparkling rocket at night.  Sorry, Isaiah.  No such fun in our boring house.

The things I personally find exciting these days are the little milestones that Nick and I notice every few days.  This morning, he took one of his shoes, pulled the sides wider and pulled the tongue out, just like I do, and tried to stuff his fat foot into it.  I just stared at him, WHERE DID YOU LEARN TO DO THAT?  I’ve done it five times with you and suddenly he’s trying to put on his own shoes.  I swear, next week, he’s going to wake up and tie his shoelaces on his own.

He walks more steadily now and out of nowhere decides by himself that he’s no longer allergic to dairy.  Seriously.  This kid is in control of his own destiny.  Out of nowhere, he starts eating colby jack cheese like he’s never been fed before and demolishes it like his bones are screaming for more.  And no breakouts.  Nothing.

Another milestone, or rather, important step in his development is his personal decision that Nick is CLEARLY the better parent and way cooler than his mom.  So much so, he prefers his dad over his mom any minute of any day of the week.  The proof came earlier this week when we took him in for his 15 month doctor appointment.  He had to get his shots and even though it was Nick holding him and I was smiling in his face, even though it was Nick holding his thigh out for the doctor to stab, even though it was Nick holding his head when he was shaking it NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, HE STILL REACHED FOR NICK TO BE COMFORTED after the shots were over and he was screaming bloody murder.

Whose that lady over there?  Oh yeah, that’s that one woman who let me hang out in her womb for 9 months.  I think her name is Mom.  Forget it, I just prefer to say DAH DEE all the time.

Isaiah say MAMA.

DahDEE!

Isaiah say DADDY.

DahDEE!  DAH DEEEEE!

Isaiah say Baby.

DAH DEE!

Isaiah say MAMA.

DAAAAAAHHHHDEEEEEE!

Ok, how about MAMA?

DAHDEE!

Ok. That’s fine.  Thanks.