Dad said when Isaac was born that he isn't my toy. Yeah, I beg to differ. Any chance I get to make Isaac talk or sing or dance, I take it. As well, I've been known to put his diaper (of course clean) on his head and call him George Washington. Or, when I'm changing him for bed I sometimes pull his onesie off up to his head and make him look like a shepherd or an Arab Bedouin:). Isaac just smiles and laughs (and Janet sighs)... he's got a lifetime of this ahead of him. As for dad, all I can say is that the acorn doesn't fall far from the tree.
As for this shot, I really resisted the urge to put a cigar in his hand. He looks so chilled out... like he's anticipating a very exciting game of
Wheel O' Fortune.
Multiple times since Isaac's birth 2 months ago he's looked at me with an expression that says, "How exactly were you allowed to be my dad!?" This is one of those faces. Some of you may be asking same question.
2 comments:
So thankful that all is well with your health, Tim. The older I get, the more I find that the greatest motivator I have for living for God is the knowledge that in Christ I'm fully accepted apart from anything I've done or failed to do. That truth alone makes me long for more of Him.
Your Isaac is adorable!
Could Isaac look any more like you Tim? We have a great picture of Josiah in his bumbo seat holding the remote...and another of him like you do sitting up in chair, but we stuck his little fingers into his pants..a la Al Bundy for the right effect...I'm right there with you with using him as a toy!
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