Good Ol' Ike

It's not often that I get to just blog about our firstborn. He's growing up and not in that cute baby/toddler stage anymore. You know, the stage where you take lots of pictures and smile at every cute little thing that they do? Well, Isaac's already past that point. I don't know when he passed it, but it's G.O.N.E. - gone.

Now he's at the stage where he can't look at the camera without making a silly face. He tells jokes that keep Jay and I puzzled. Bathing is the last thing he wants to do. When he doesn't get his way, he slumps his shoulders and sighs like Napoleon Dynamite. His teacher is smarter than me. His 6 year old friend is smarter than me. His first crush is a girl who always has snot dried on her upper lip. And his favorite song is one that he's never actually heard sung by anyone other than the kids in his first grade class. And he sings it all of the time. It makes me slump my shoulders and sigh like Napoleon Dynamite.

But, that firstborn of ours is just about the biggest hearted kid in the world. He loves everyone he meets. He strives to do well in school and make his teacher and his parents proud. He knows that a little girl in his class doesn't have a friend so he always invites her to sit by him. He eats everything that I cook and acts as if it has been cooked by an accomplished chef. He plays football like a pro. He's a super fast runner and wants to buy an ipod just so that he can listen to music and run with me. He lets me question him about his day and always tells me everything about it. He takes care of his little sister and tries really hard to let his brother tag along. He wants to be like his daddy. He's sentimental and saves every note he ever receives. He loves God and wants to be obedient to him.

What a great kid!