My sweet Isaiah turned one last week. I can’t believe he’s already so big. And yet it seems like he’s always been with us, too.

At 1 Isaiah weighs 19. 5 pounds and is long and skinny. He walks, runs, jumps, climbs, spins, and is just generally active and adventurous.

He loves animals, real or stuffed, of all kinds and wants to touch and hug them whenever possible. He’s not afraid of anything (which is both good and very worrisome).

He has become a total daddy’s boy, following Omar around everywhere, doing whatever Omar does, and calling him all day while he’s at work. He copies everything Helaman does, too. It’s sometimes funny, but not so much when big brothers are not being the best example.

He is talking so much it’s hard to list the word he says, but it’s so cute, I wish I could record every moment. My favorite is that every bird in the world is a duck right now. It cracks me up.

He never slows down, you only know he’s tired because he starts falling over a lot. He goes to sleep without nursing (thank goodness) by shutting his own door, using his pointer finger to turn on the rain noise and music and then blowing kisses out the door. He has finally started sleeping through the night, but still tries to get into my bed whenever he can.

Here’s the pictures of his birthday party. He can blow very well, but he couldn’t quite get that blowing was the things to do with the candle. So I had to help with that afterall.