I’ve been sitting here staring at the computer with nothing to do. I’ve done the internet things I like to do and now I have nothing to do, so I thought, hey, why not go write a smidge about all of this baby stuff. So here I am.
As the title says, Isaac has been nicknamed Mr. Gigglesworth. Yeah, I know people think baby laughs are just gas, but I’m sorry, at least with my son, it’s not. The kid just loves to giggle. He does have gas laughs, but they’re different. He has periods of time where he is just in a good mood and wants to talk and laugh and react to various things.
He also has several other nicknames. Ike is the official nickname. Then there’s George, Starvin Marvin, Fatty Patty, Chatty Cathy. There will be so many more. I guess they aren’t technically nicknames and just funny names I say with his various moods. Still, if he does have some kind of identity crisis, I will take the blame.
You may have to stick with me for this one and you may just not ever get it unless you’ve seen the movie. There was a scene in a movie called Troop Beverly Hills where this girl scout group went to an old folks home to help them. It was a montage scene with music, and they were doing jumping jacks really slowly, coaching along the elderly who are in wheelchairs and lawnchairs. I do those slow jumping jacks with the same face Shelley Long had and Isaac absolutely loves it. These moments in my life are absolutely, completely the best moments ever.
We sort of have a schedule down, however, tonight we have a full blown coup on our hands, as he’s currently talking and laughing up a storm 2 hours after his bedtime.
At night I sit and stare at him and want to pick him up and wake him up and hug him. I’m sure when I start work next week I probably will at least once. I’m going to miss him so much. But it will be good for me to get out of the house and go work. I miss my friends.
I guess that’s about all I have. I’m going to go relieve number two and see if we can get him to go down.