Ohe What a Difference a Year Makes

Isaiah is learning to swim this summer - at the tender age of 3. Of course, this isn't life saving swimming potential as he can only swim underwater. But he does seem to enjoy the water as much as Elijah and I do. And though Beech Bend still thinks Isaiah is 2, which means he gets in for free, he has come quite a distance this last year.

Last year, Isaiah wasn't speaking - not really. He didn't say Mama until Thanksgiving weekend last year. He said a lot of other things, just not mama. It's really amazing how quickly you can get tired of hearing Mama - even if you'd been desperately waiting almost 3 years to get it. I think that most likely he was trying to pay me back for refusing to give him his pacifer unless he verbally asked for it (he refused to even make the effort, and that's how he broke from the boppy). I'm thinking that this child may hold a grudge.

And now, my little package of boyness -- well he shouts "fire in the hole" before he gets out of the car. And when you push him high on the swing he looks at you and says "that's what I'm talking about" And because of his big brother, when he gets out his hotwheels to play, he says "Mama are you Japan or Germany or Russia" World War 2 reigns supreme at the Serrano household currently (a whole new blog). And making the English teacher in my happy, he hands me papers and asks "what's that say?" And likes to pretend to read books. Something neither of his older brothers or his father would bother doing -- books - who needs books! What vast growth we will see by next summer I wonder?