Baptisms for the Dead

When I was ten, I had a conversation with a girl named Claire.  She said that premarital sex was a good idea.  I testified that you shouldn't have sex before marriage.  She responded, "That's gross!"  I never forgot that conversation because it was so strange to me that she thought abstinence was gross, while I thought premarital sex was gross.

Claire lived in my neighborhood, and we rode the bus to school together.  But I really don't remember talking to her again after that.  We had different friends, we had different classes, and there really was never another opportunity to talk with her.

I found out that Claire was killed about a year ago in a house fire.  Her young son was killed with her.  I am heartbroken for a woman I barely knew, for her child, and for her friends and family.  They must be suffering from their tragic loss.

I believe in a loving Heavenly Father.  I believe He would create a world and a plan that would allow for the salvation of all of His children, if they would just choose to follow His plan.

I believe that we lived with Heavenly Father as spirits before we were born.  We needed to progress from that state; Heavenly Father's plan was to send us to Earth, give us bodies, give us the ability to choose, and allow us to be tested.  We would be taught the commandments, but we wouldn't remember our premortal life; so we would have to live by faith.  Heavenly Father knew that our ability to choose would mean that we would often make poor choices.  And if "no unclean thing" can dwell with God (1 Nephi 10:21), we would never be able to progress and return to His presence.  So we would be given a Savior, who would suffer the ultimate penalty for our sins; so that we wouldn't have to suffer, so that we could be made clean again, and so that we could return to live with Heavenly Father.  One came forward, offering to be the Savior; he would force men to make good choices, and he would keep the glory for himself.  It was Lucifer, the son of the morning, or Satan.  Another came forward, offering to be the Savior; He would follow Heavenly Father's plan of agency (or free choice), and give the glory to the Father.  It was Jesus Christ.  The Father chose Jesus Christ, and Satan was angry.  He had many followers, and all who continued to rebel against the Father's plan were cast out.  They would not be given an earthly experience, they would never receive bodies, and they could never progress from their current state.  They were angry, and Satan and his followers would become devils: tempting all mankind in diverse ways to cause them to stray from the straight and narrow path back to heaven.

Heavenly Father's plan is simple.  We would be given commandments.  And we would be given priesthood ordinances necessary to turn our hearts toward Christ.  First, we would need to have faith in the Lord, Jesus Christ.  Second, we would need to repent of our sins.  Third, we would need to be baptized for the remission of sins.  Fourth, we would need to receive the gift of the Holy Ghost (as a constant companion, as long as we remain worthy).  Finally, we would need to receive the ordinances of the temple: washing and anointing (a physical and spiritual cleansing), endowment (a gift of added power to overcome worldly things), and eternal marriage (not 'til death do you part, but a union that will continue after this life).

Following this life, we will be judged.  Heavenly Father will determine whether we kept the commandments or not and whether we repented or not.  Those who kept all the commandments (or at least repented when they did not) and who received all the ordinances required, will be offered a place in the Celestial Kingdom (the place where God dwells).  Those who lived good lives but did not choose to do everything required of them, will be offered a place in the Terrestrial Kingdom.  Those who lived evil lives and refused to repent will be offered a place in the Telestial Kingdom.  (These are described in 1 Corinthians 15:40-41 as sun, moon, and stars.)

I believe in a loving Heavenly Father.  I believe He did create a plan in which most of His children could be saved, and even exalted.  How can this be, if so many of His children wouldn't know His commandments, let alone receive all the necessary ordinances?  He provided a way!

After we die, our spirits are sent to the Spirit World.  There, all of Heavenly Father's children who didn't have the opportunity in life will be taught the gospel (what a fair and loving Heavenly Father!).  But those spirits will not have physical bodies, so they will not be able to receive the physical ordinances required to be exalted.  They are stuck.  But Heavenly Father provided the doctrine of ordinances for the dead, by proxy.  In the temple, worthy living people can do the work for and in behalf of those who are dead.  The Apostle Paul asked the Corinthians, "Else what shall they do which are baptized for the dead, if the dead rise not at all? why are they then baptized for the dead?"  But Christ is risen!  And the dead will rise!  So we need to be baptized, etc., for the dead!  Then, the dead will be allowed to accept or reject the ordinances done on their behalf.  Heavenly Father still allows them to choose.

Recently, I heard two separate stories of women (here and here) who were missing.  After many days of searching, both were found alive.  Each had been in an automobile accident, veered off into a ditch or ravine, and had become pinned in their cars.  Their loved ones had been frantically searching for them and just couldn't see them from their vantage points.  These women were stuck and in desperate need of rescue.

This is how I view the Spirit World.  There are many souls who are stuck.  They cannot progress.  They are dammed, or damned.  They cannot move forward without help.  They are in desperate need of rescue.  They are waiting for us, the living, to do their work.  How many millions, maybe billions, of our ancestors have been waiting for a long, long time for their ordinances to be done?  This is why genealogy is so important: "And [Elijah] will turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers" (Malachi 4:6).

Heavenly Father is real!  He provided a perfect plan!  He loves all of His children!  He has provided a way for all those children to return to Him.  It is not a "Get out of Jail Free" card that He offers.  We must obey the commandments, we must receive the ordinances, and we must repent.  Through the mercy of Jesus Christ, we can all be "saved" and exalted and receive all that the Father hath.  Both the living and the dead.

And Claire?  I like to think that she is being taught the gospel in the Spirit World.  I wonder if, when she watches the proverbial video of her life, she will remember me.  I wonder if she will remember our conversation.  I wonder if she will appreciate a ten-year-old testifying about the law of chastity, or if she will be sad that I didn't try to teach her more.  More than anything, I hope that she will accept the gospel.  I hope that her living family can accept the gospel and perform the ordinances for her.  She is waiting, and she may be waiting a long time, before she can fully enjoy the blessings of heaven.

Why are Mormons missionaries?  Because we want all of our brothers and sisters to enjoy the hope and happiness we look forward to.

I know that if you study the scriptures and pay attention to the good feelings which come from the Holy Ghost, you can know the truth of all things.  "If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him" (James 1:5).

One of the most valuable scriptures to me is the Book of Mormon.  It is a wonderful book written by prophets in the ancient Americas.  It clarifies so many important points of doctrine.  I feel the spirit of the Lord when I read it.  Would you like a free copy?  I can get you one.  And if you want to get started before your hard copy arrives, you can find it here.

I Love You A Bushel and a Peck

This is a song that we have sung to our children at bedtime; my parents sang it to me.  I just learned that there are two more verses:

I love you a bushel and a peck
A bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck
A hug around the neck and a barrel and a heap
A barrel and a heap and I'm talkin' in my sleap
About you, about you
I love you a bushel and a peck
You bet your pretty neck I do
Doodle doodle doodle, doodle doodle doodle,
Doodle doodle doodle-ee doo!

I love you a bushel and a peck
A bushel and a peck and you make my heart a wreck
Make my heart a wreck and you make my life a mess
Make my life a mess, yes! A mess of happiness
About you, about you
I love you a bushel and a peck
You bet your pretty neck I do
Doodle doodle doodle, doodle doodle doodle,
Doodle doodle doodle-ee doo!

I love you a bushel and a peck
A bushel and a peck and it beats me all to heck
Beats me all to heck how I'll ever tend the farm
Ever tend the farm when I wanna keep my arm
About you, about you
I love you a bushel and a peck
You bet your pretty neck I do
Doodle doodle doodle, doodle doodle doodle,
Doodle doodle doodle-ee doo!

Stay-at-Home Mom: A Letter to My Beloved Sister-In-Law

Hey, Patty,

I don't remember making the decision to be a stay-at-home mom.  It was one of those things that was always a part of me; I would bet that my mom instilled those desires in me as a small child.  I was always taught that I needed to get a degree in case I would ever need to provide for my family, but my mom expressed the importance of the mother being in the home.

So when we started our family, I really didn't have to think about it.

Then I started really struggling with my identity.  I was taken from the spotlight (literally) and thrown into the backstage of motherhood.  I'm not sure that struggle has ever left me entirely.  I spend my days taking care of other people and their needs, and often my needs go unmet.  It is NOT a glamorous calling.  It is hard.

I have often second-guessed my decision to stay home.  And then I look at my kids.  Really look at them.  And I see the progress that I HELPED THEM MAKE!  What a reward!  Sometimes even that doesn't help, and I have to reach out (like you are) for validation that what I am doing is important.  Sometimes that validation comes from scriptures, sometimes from prayer, sometimes from other people, sometimes from prophets and apostles, always from the Holy Ghost.

I see plenty of women in my ward who choose (sometimes from necessity) to work.  Those who have to work wish they didn't have to.  Those who want to work usually do it because they need to have an identity outside of the home.  I don't work right now, but I do try to find activities (usually a choir) just for me.  I spend a few hours each week doing it, and it replenishes that need for identity.

I have always hoped/planned to do something when all my kids are in school.  I don't think I could manage a full-time or even part-time job.  I think I will need the flexibility to be here for my children when things come up.  What I really want is to add something to society.  I might consider going back for more education, or maybe just find a way to volunteer and help people.  I would feel so unproductive if I just stayed home all by myself during the day.  I might consider getting a job if things worked out just right.

The benefits of being home.  Hm.  I think the most obvious benefit is that I do a lot of work here.  If I had to work outside the home, I would always feel the stress of also taking care of the household.  How does a woman who works find time to do housework?  That must be so hard!  But the clothes have to get washed, dishes cleaned, homework done, meals cooked, etc.

Another benefit is that I have the opportunity to teach my children.  Someone else isn't teaching them values, I am!  And I have ample time to be consistent and make sure my expectations are very clear.  I have lots of time to read with them, to hug and kiss them, to listen to them, to teach them to work, and to love them!  I get to do a lot of encouraging.  We also often have opportunities to talk about the gospel.  Mainly, I have TIME with them!  And I can greatly influence them.  And I can make sure I don't miss anything important, or miss teaching them something important. 

I feel that my kids are pretty well balanced.  They are happy, healthy, smart, have testimonies, and are not-too-selfish.  I hope that these are some of the things that I have accomplished by staying at home.

I find that attending the temple regularly helps me to reset my eternal perspective.  What, exactly, is this life really about?  If it is about living the gospel and striving for an eternal family, what should I do to accomplish the eternal goal?  Can I sacrifice a job/money/identity at least a little bit to help my children have testimonies?  To be prepared to be missionaries/wives/husbands/mothers/fathers of their own family someday?

I really appreciate the opportunity you gave me to think about this.  It seems like I regularly need a reminder of why I do what I do.

Love,
Brianne

XVII. Benjamin

 I was induced with Benjamin.  I don't think I've ever gone into labor on my own.  My babies have each been a good healthy size, and I'm not sure I ever want to go overdue and then try to deliver a huge baby.  And inductions seem to work well for me.  Except this time, the baby was sunnyside-up.  And with no epidural, it was exhausting, difficult, painful, never-ending transition.

 Have I ever told you that I LOVE BABIES?!  I love everything about them!  When this stage of my life is over, I will be really sad.

 Don't let that adorable face fool you!  Benjamin has actually been my hardest baby.  It could be that he didn't sleep well for a LONG time.  I was holding him almost all day for 5 months.  He was actually a very happy baby, as long as I was holding him.  He spits up (all my babies have) like no other.  The reflux could have been interfering with his sleep, and then his over-tiredness perpetuated a bad pattern.  It could be that I had 4 other children to take care of, so there weren't enough opportunities for me to reset.  It could be that my mental health is already fragile.  It could be that I felt particularly alone during this phase of my life.  In any case, it is not his fault, and I adore my Benjamin.

 When we got to the 5-month mark, the pediatrician resolved my concerns over the reflux.  We got serious about sleep-training.  For about two weeks, life was rough.  But we started seeing progress on the first night.  Then I started sleeping better, and then my brain cleared up.  I started having more energy and motivation, not to mention regular periods of hands-free existence (a.k.a. baby's naps).

Benjamin is such a sweetheart.  He is smiley, giggly, and cuddly.  He loves to kiss and hug me (slobber on and pinch me).  He can roll one way, he can almost roll the other way, he is sitting on his own for short periods of time, and he is starting to get up on his knees and try to scoot.  Everything goes in the mouth.  He loves food!  He only turns his nose up at baby formula, and I don't blame him.  He is my blondest kid so far.

I love my Benjamin!  I don't know what I would do without my Benjamin.

Clean House

Let's be honest.

I suffer from depression from time to time.  In my lowest lows, I can often feel Satan kicking me while I am down.  It is a dark, sad place.  Sometimes I just need a kind person to reach down and pull me out.

Yesterday, I slowly spiraled downward throughout the day.  I finally hit the bottom before bedtime when I prayed (begged) for Heavenly Father to help me out of my deep, dark pit.  He answered my prayer, and I was able to climb out (relatively quickly and painlessly, I might add).

Today I can sort of feel a little bit of a "hangover," and I will have to fight to overcome.  Sometimes it can be a real battle.

What does this have anything to do with cleaning my house?  Two things:

1) The reason for the slow spiral downward yesterday is that I was keeping myself extra busy with housework.  I was rearranging furniture and organizing things feverishly to try to keep the depression at bay.

2) When I am depressed, I feel like I have lost control.  I don't mean that as in "I lost my temper."  I mean, I feel like I am not in control of anything in my life.  I can't control people.  I can't control the weather.  I can't control circumstances.  But guess what I can control?  I can control how organized my house is.

I remember two instances specifically from my childhood of two very dirty homes.  One was so cluttered that there was no visible carpet.  The other one I only heard about, but never saw.  But the description included the clutter and also serious grime.  (Although, I'm not sure you can have that much clutter without also finding the grime.)  With those examples in mind, here are my reasons why I try to keep a (decently...imperfectly) clean house:

1) Laundry: a) How will you know what is clean and what isn't?  I guess you could sniff it, but I really despise sniffing laundry.  You have to keep it separate somehow.  It really doesn't matter what system you come up with, but the clean needs to stay separated from the dirty.  b) You will (I have) run out of clothes if you let the pile get too big.  Then you are scrounging through dirty clothes to find something to make do with.  Yuck.

2) Dishes.  Same story.  You will run out of things to eat from.  a) Fact:  if you have fewer dishes in your house, you will be more inclined to clean them.   In other words, the pile can never grow as big if you don't have as many.  b) Also, if you are keeping a regular dish-washing routine, you will find it is more efficient to do the dishes quickly before food gets dried and stuck on.

3) Everything has a place.  And everything in it's place.  This is important to me because it allows me to avoid the frustration of losing things.

4) Now is a good time.  Procrastination, for me, always creates a bigger headache later.  If I clean a little mess NOW, there won't be a big mess later.

5) I can walk a straight path from point A to point B.  Without tripping over stuff.  Often, I try to pick up the things between point A and B so it is clear the next time I take that path.

6) Safe for babies.  In a clean house, I can see what is out of place and what might be a danger to my children.  A cluttered house is an abyss of unknown dangers.  I suppose it is safer for everyone, not just babies and children.

7) Avoid disease.  Actually, an organized house gives me the freedom to deep-clean and sanitize those exposed surfaces.

8) Get rid of junk.  Things that you are not using are just taking up your valuable space.  Are you paying rent/mortgage to house your stuff? or are you paying to get the greatest utility/comfort of your home?

9) Save time.  Not only will you spend less time cleaning, but you won't be wasting time moving things from place to place to do other things.  And what will you be able to do with your extra time?  The sky is the limit.

I don't like cleaning.  I hate toilets especially.  But....  I like how I feel when it is done.  I feel like I accomplished something.  And I feel relaxed because now I have the freedom to do anything I want.

Until the baby wakes up from his nap.

Thoughts

Oh, my! It has been a LONG time since I posted anything.  So much has happened, namely Benjamin.  I will write more about him in an upcoming blog post, but for now I have a few thoughts I wanted to put out there.

Writers block aside, I haven't written for so long because my overarching motivation in life has been, "When am I going to get my next nap?"  Now that I am sleeping regularly again, my brain has turned back on.

• Smart phone. I strongly resisted getting a cell phone in the first place.  Mainly because I couldn't afford one.  I finally got one in about 2009.  I had three kids, and one of them had started school.  I felt like I needed my child to be able to reach me by phone even if I was out of the house.  Bryan urged me to upgrade to a smart phone after he got one for work.  I resisted again; my observation was that I had a cell phone, and I had access to the internet at home.  What more could I need?  Then, it was my turn for a free upgrade with our cell phone provider.  Free? Sure, why not?  And then, WOW!  I can't live without it.  This relatively tiny device now serves as a phone; and email, and facebook, and text, and calendar, and calculator, and bank, and camera, and video camera, and scriptures, and other gospel study, and clock, and weather, and phone book, and radio, and shopping list, and GPS, and internet, and Netflix.
• Netflix. I have had lots of forced down-time with a nursing baby.  (Not to mention that he needed to be held ALL DAY LONG for the first four months of his life.) It has been awesome to read my scriptures, study the gospel, play games, and watch movies.  On my phone.  In little 10 minute intervals, here and there.
• What the Dog Saw, by Malcolm Gladwell. One of the stories he talks about in this book is the Dog Whisperer, who has a certain calm energy that allows him to "rehabilitate dogs and train their owners." So I started watching some of the episodes of this reality TV show (in the aforementioned small doses).  Cesar Millan's philosophy with dogs is Body-Mind-Spirit; or in other words: focused exercise for the dog, pack-leader mentality for the person (which helps the dog to know his place, correcting bad behaviors), and affection.  In that order.  It got me to wondering if some of this philosophy could be used on children.  Especially lately, with temperatures in the extreme cold, my kids have developed cabin fever.  It is definitely hard for them to behave and get along with all that pent up energy.  1) They need exercise.  2) It is my job to guide my children and offer discipline (in the form of punishment, yes, but also in the form of giving them responsibility and structure). 3) My children need to know that I love them; and that I respect them; and that food, shelter, clothing, etc., is my service to them.  But of course my children are not dogs, and their psychology is not that simple.
• Nanny 911.  So it got me to wondering what reality TV shows might have addressed parenting issues, and I came across Nanny 911.  I have only watched a few episodes (intermittently).  Instead of learning anything new, I have been shocked at the clueless-ness of the parents.  I suppose I am not an expert in child-rearing; I never had any formal education to that end.  But I certainly had loads of informal education watching my own parents.  Some of it I remember (in the form of, "I'm starting to sound like my mother").  Some of it must have been ingrained in me subconsciously.  And some of my skills have been acquired through pondering, problem-solving, asking experts (like my mom), and receiving answers to prayer in tiny doses of inspiration.
• Kids are smart.  They can and will exploit parental weakness.  (Digression here: when I started writing this blog, I spouted off my opinions about child-rearing.  As I've grown, and as my children have grown, I realize that some of my assumptions were naive.  My guess is that after nearly 10 years of parenting, I am still quite naive.  Perhaps some of my opinions today will change again as we continue on this journey.)  So here are some of the things I have learned.  
• Children need sleep.  Sometimes they need to be trained to sleep (i.e. cry it out until they learn how to soothe themselves).  It seems like a mean thing to do, but you are teaching them an important life skill.  In the long run, they will appreciate that you allowed them to learn something hard because they will be happier people who are sleeping properly.
• Children need structure.  Guess what?  Those naps and bedtimes need to be pretty regular.  And actually, they really need to be on a normal-people schedule.  Society demands that we start our day and end it at certain times.  Most people have 8 to 5 jobs.  Even if you don't have a job like that, school starts and ends on normal-people schedule.  If your kid can't get up decently early, he will struggle with the societal norms.  He will need to go to school.  He will need to get a job.  We are not just having children to "play house," but it is our responsibility to help our children to be prepared to take care of themselves.  Also, children need to eat on a regular schedule.  Their digestive systems will thank you, not to mention a whole host of health issues that can arise from not eating enough, or eating too much, or not eating enough variety.
• They also thrive on a daily routine.  I'm not suggesting that you have an extremely rigid routine every day.  I certainly don't do that.  But regularly scheduled play times and quiet times are in good order, and they can help the child know what's coming next (and the hope is that they will respond positively and whine less...).
• Children need rules and consequences.  And then they need consistency.  When they know what to expect, they learn good behavior more quickly.  Read: kids crave boundaries.  Boundaries make us feel safe.  It is no different with kids.
• Children need to hear the word NO.  They need to understand which behaviors are unacceptable.  They need consistent consequences when they exhibit those behaviors.  Tantrums are not okay.  Parents, coddling or giving into tantrums is not okay.
• Children need to work.  NEED.  This is right up there with food and water, folks.  Seriously, how do you think your adult kid is going to find food and water if he can't work?  And if I had to do everything around here, we'd all be going crazy.  There are seven of us now.  The more children I have, the more obvious that EVERYONE NEEDS TO PITCH IN!  Kids can clean up after themselves.  They can pick up their toys.  They can help put dishes away.  They can sort laundry.  They can entertain each other.  When they get older and more coordinated, they can operate a broom, then a toilet bowl brush, then a vacuum, then a lawn mower.  It cannot be a free ride.  Being in a family means that we help each other!  I get it: the job is not going to be done as well as if I did it myself.  But frankly, sometimes that's the only way it gets done at all, with all the other things I have to do.  (And I'm training kids to have good skills in the meantime.)  I'm totally okay with kids getting the job done, and then me going back and fixing it later if I have time. And kids can be responsible for their own homework and practicing sports or instruments (usually with a little encouragement from mom or dad; and sometimes a ride).
• Mom is a facilitator.  Mom is the oil that keeps things running smoothly.  That does not mean that Mom does everything.  In our house, that usually means Mom is up to her elbows in dirty laundry, dirty dishes, or dirty diapers; calling out requests (nicely-worded orders) to her children.  Not everything is going to get done every day (my perfectionist side is trying to come to terms with this).  And sometimes you get enough done before sitting down and taking a break or playing with the kids.  Our motto is: We Work Hard, Then We Play Hard.
• Kids need to play!  Much of the work they do looks like play.  But have you ever noticed how much they are learning by playing?  For example, a baby learning to roll over (such as my little Benjamin right now) WORKS REALLY HARD to figure out where to put his arms, and how to move his head, and how to swing his hips over.  It's hard work!!!  What I love about observing babies is that they never give up.  They don't view it as work, but they are motivated because they think they are playing.  I need to be more like that!

So don't get me wrong.  These are my observations of what works.  These are not my list of accomplishments, by any stretch of the imagination.  We have certainly done our fair share of trial and error.  And the errors have caused a lot of frustration.  In fact, some of the things that have worked have started out extremely frustrating; but after much consistency we've had breakthroughs with our children.  The grind of consistency has paid off.  I think the most important observation is that my kids are happy and well-behaved most of the time.  They are comfortable hearing the word "No." They get excited to help out (sometimes).  They are respectful to other adults and children.  They are happy to be part of a loving, working family.

The end.

XVI. Isaac

World, be jealous: you don't get to be this boy's mother!

Isaac came into the world with his arm next to his head, like Superman.  And then he started running and jumping and climbing.

Okay, maybe not exactly.  But Isaac is an adventurer.  He is not cautious; he wants to be big and try new things.  From the time he could crawl, he was climbing stairs.  By the time he could walk, he could get himself onto the counter top (we believe he would have been capable of reaching the ceiling above the fridge if we hadn't caught him in time).  He has no fear.  He will jump into a pool with no sense of danger and no life jacket.  It really is amazing, sometimes, that this child is still alive.  In fact, the first time we almost needed stitches was last week.  He tells me he hit his head on his pillow during nap time, but I'm suspicious.  He must have had the pillow between his head and something much more injurious.

Not to be outdone, this boy started speaking in complete sentences at a very young age.  He narrates everything that goes across the ticker-tape of his brain.  And he is smart!

This is a boy who knows what he wants.  He is in a phase right now in which he needs things to be done in a particular way, or the world might just fall apart.  You know, the phase that Joseph is finally growing out of...

Isaac has a sense of humor.  He likes to laugh.  He likes to make up jokes.  He'll even laugh when everyone's laughing, even if he doesn't understand what's so funny.

Isaac is learning how to be obedient.  But sometimes he likes to push the boundaries as far as they will go first.  But one success, I think, is that he is learning the "first you have to ... then you can" concept.  He doesn't like to be told "no," so this works well for me.  But if I tell him "no," as sometimes must be done, then he'll say, "Mom, you're being mean."  And so I am.

Isaac is so righteous that he often hijacks prayers.  If it were up to him, he would say every prayer.  He also likes to hijack all the parts of Family Home Evening (prayers, songs, lesson, activity) if he can.

He will always be the first to help me bake or cook.  It really upsets him if he can't dump everything in the bowl, and he doesn't always have patience to let me finish measuring first.  He loves to help with dishes, which I really don't love.  But he jumps at any chance to play in the water and bubbles.

Isaac wants to be big.  Last week he asked if he could try out the potty.  It was not convenient for three reasons: 1) I was fixing the potty right then, 2) we were getting ready for a vacation, and 3) the new baby will be here very soon (and I don't want to have to potty-train twice due to regression).  Luckily, he hasn't brought it up much again since, and I'll wait a couple months before reminding him.

He has a favorite blankie, a.k.a. ngangie, a.k.a. ngnangie monkey (it has monkeys on it); not to be confused with his "blanket," which is the comforter on his bed.

You can probably tell that this boy is a pretty busy little boy.  I am constantly baby-proofing.  Especially making sure the doors are locked (did I tell you he walked himself to the park a few months ago?!).  The thing is, he is smart enough to undo every type of baby-proofing device known to man (I've watched him dismantle quite a few already), so he really could get into anything if the idea came into his head.

Isaac loves to read.  And spell.  Well, I read to him (a lot), and Bryan spells with him (most words are spelled "R-R-R," "I-I-I," or "E-I-E," if you didn't know.

Isaac is still learning how to share and be nice and gentle.  This boy is a work-in-progress.  But he is such a fun kid.  He brings an element of excitement to our family.

I love him.  I cannot imagine my life without my Isaac!