*: 11:*
I know we shouldn't be surprised but Isaac is 11.
Sometimes at night, after hanging out with Isaac before he goes to bed I just get all tickly inside over how much I love him and how cool I think he is.
For his birthday weekend we had planned to go to our favorite beach spot in Croatia. But the weather forecast turned sour and it was a measly 60' and rainy. We canceled it and had a little sleepover instead.
This is the only photo I took of the whole shebang...big regret!
But if the video is working you can hear the rapid fire Italian while they played balloon volleyball.
The Actual Day:
Look at that hair! He has sooo dang much of it. Granted he needed a hair cut here and, thankfully, now, he has one. Our hairdresser has to thin it for him everytime otherwise the stuff will never lay down.
For breakfast Isaac wanted crepes. He's so sick of the breakfast and snack foods we have around here. He likes to grumpily tease me about it. We had to break out of the box so that he would actually eat something substantial for breakfast.
As our oldest Isaac has been the path treader in our family. He has taught me, as a parent, how much your kids are their own little people, how they have their own righteous ideas of honesty and consideration, of doing whats right and responsible and oh how those ideas thoroughly delight me. Isaac is a rule follower, he's honest (sometimes he rebukes me), safety conscious and thorough (sometimes he rebukes me because I am not, strictly, any of those things, except honesty, sort of) He's also funny. I hope he knows how much I really, really like him.
For his birthday dinner we had a picnic outside in the backyard. Joey is finishing up the yard work over there in that back corner and the girls set up the pic-nic.
The day after his birthday Isaac went to the dentist for, drum roll please:
*BRACES*
This picture doesn't do him justice. He looks really handsome and, shockingly, OLDER!
Isaacina, with pigtails and a mullet, before the much needed haircut.
Another birthday wish for Isaac was to get the spaghetti cup at the gelateria.
Big Momma delivered:)
We love you dude, and I love watching you become who you are!
xoxo
Mom et all












