Isaiah {nearly 9}

Before I try to "catch-up blog" on April, Easter, or Ava walking, I am going to post the last kid update that I owe to my firstborn.

Isaiah is an oldest in every respect. "How about you be the brother and I'll be the parent," would be one of my consistent lines to him. Now stop and picture any of my six younger siblings reading this and shaking their heads. Okay, so maybe I was a bit bossy. Okay, maybe more than a bit.

While his brother is busy crunching numbers, you'll find Isaiah with a ball in his hands, a creation in the making, or his nose in a book. He's definitely our local bookworm. No Hardy Boys book stands a chance of more than a 2-day rendezvous with my son.

"Please stop reading that book while you ride your bike!"

He loves sports just as much and happens to have inherited his father's athletic genes. (Poor Elijah is stuck with mine.) Whether it's the basketball that he played this winter or the soccer he's playing right now, he's one determined little dude.





Finally, he loves creating things. For example, he decided to make his sister a cardboard doll house complete with mini replicas of our family members. I knew cardboard houses don't last forever (I've read The Three Little Pigs) so I took these pictures to memorialize his heartfelt creation.







He ran into the house the other week to tell me that one neighbor girl informed him that the other neighbor girl liked him.

"So what?" I tried to respond nonchalantly.

"No, Mom, like 'LIKE' likes me."

"I don't see what the big deal is. You're not even 9 yet and you can't get married."

"But we can make plans for the future."

Oh, dear Lord. Help.