Little Isaiah is such a creature of habit. Whenever I sit him down in a specific room, I know exactly where he's going to go searching. In the breakfast nook it's the cabinet door on Noah's play kitchen, in my closet, it's my trash. He stands well now and is starting to cruise (for the first time today.) Noah walked when she was two weeks older than Isaiah is now. I can't imagine he'll be walking until another month (I'm getting to know how fast they develop.) He seems to tiny to be walking. I'm anxious to see how his size compares to Noah's at that age. He seems so smaller. When Noah never crawled, Isaiah's been crawling for a long time.
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that's the cutest dang smile I've ever seen.
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