Call and response

Camera operator: Marian. Prompter: Liz.

Another day at the office

Isaiah and Marian surprised me last week when I forgot my lunch at home. He didn't write any headlines, but he sure drew attention with his baby noises and cute face.

You can't stop him

You can only hope to contain

AND distract him.

Progress toward crawling is frustrating. Isaiah's strong, but he hasn't quite coordinated the arms, legs and head. But he's trying. In the meantime, he'd rather just walk (with somebody holding him up).

He wants to move. The pictures above are a possible solution tried at Grandma Tascio's. We'll see.

Two dudes

Two dudes in the Bronx checking themselves out in a mirror. Nice hat!

Face bulldozing

Everybody's doing the locomotion

First food

The message is: Don't give me avacado. I want cake. (It's worth clicking on the final image to see a bigger version.)

Next year he'll be one of the speakers (one of the scheduled speakers, that is).

On Saturday Isaiah and Mom attended the 4th Annual Divine Mercy Conference in the Bronx.  Last year, Isaiah attended the same conference (and the World Apostolic Congress on Mercy in Rome) but was a little less visible--and audible.  This year he had the distinction of being the youngest participant in attendance, which of course garnered him much attention and many blessings.  Mom kept him as serene as possible, but his many happy chatterings seemed especially appropriate since so much of this year's conference focused on the need to protect all the new little lives in our country.  (Mom's editor on the D.M. website took the picture.  Thanks, Felix!)

Playpen days may soon be upon us...

But for now, we still need a padded landing strip and a pair of helping hands nearby.

Ashes, Ashes, We All Crack Up!

Isaiah received his first imposition of ashes last week but was unable to conceal his mirth when asked whether he was going to make a Lenten sacrifice.

New tricks

Isaiah (pictured with Aunt Liz) wants to stand up. Forget the sitting, the crawling, the tummy. He makes himself as stiff as a board when we grab his hands and demands to be pulled to his feet.

He's grabbing at things, including Marian's hair as she walked in front of us in church. He reaches for you when you walk by, begging to be lifted off the floor.

The single tooth on the bottom is very good at chewing books to bits.

He easily passes items from hand to hand, and last night he briefly held a tennis ball in his left hand.

It's hard to keep up.