Isaac

Isaac turned three at the end of last month. Each birthday brings back so many memories of when he was born. The stress of finding out that his birth mom had gone into labor without telling us, franctically making our way down to Arkansas, meeting baby Isaac for the first time, so many strong memories. It felt like such a long, frustrating road to parenthood, it was surreal when we actually held him in our arms.

Isaac is not a toddler any more, he's definitely a little boy. He is so clever and funny, and he cracks me up even when he's being naughty. He's the most charming at 9:30 at night when he's supposed to be asleep and he's sweet-talked his way out of bed.

He loves his siblings so fiercely. The boys rarely fight these days, and they play the most elaborate and imaginative games. I know I'm biased, but I also think he's pretty smart. He can say the whole alphabet, and can identify most of the letters. He knows most of his colors, can count to 30 or so, and has several of his favorite books memorized.

He is pretty independent and gets plenty frustrated when he doesn't get his way, but he has also learned the value of bargaining, which comes in handy when we want him to do something. :)

We love Isaac so so much, and can't imagine our life without him.