Isaac is a big healthy boy at 22 in. long and nearly 20 lb.

He is still struggling to crawl even though he now often succeeds at moving forward with strange worming undulating motions or a maneuver I can only describe as a kind of “Last Scene of The Bruce Willis Movie Body Drag” where the elbows carry him painfully forward. The whole thing seems to strike him as disturbing and he looks at us like callous bystanders who would help if they had an ounce of humanity left.
He is doing a very annoying (though understandable) thing – he holds his arms up and open to me like “Daddy I need you” and when I pick him up leans his body where he’d like me to take him. He’s basically driving me like a Segway. It looks he needs Daddy comfort and then it turns out he’s just hailing a cab. Babies are diabolically clever manipulators.

He’s more truly here all the time – and that’s sort of the scary thing. We have to watch what we say and do more. The cat starts to destroy the couch and I yell with this big voice he hardly ever hears and I look down to see this tender little face big eyed, looking at me like I’m a little scary (picture Cindy Lou Who asking “Why are you taking our Christmas tree Santa Claus, Why?”). Yikes.

Love to all,
Hugh

 
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