Stories

I love mornings with Isaac. If he's had enough sleep he wakes up very happy and snuggly. We will often sit on the front porch or cuddle on the couch while he enjoys his bottle.

A few months ago Isaac said to me, "Tell tory, mama." So often I will make up a story to tell him. I'm really not good at making up stories--I even have a hard time thinking of a story I already know to retell. But Isaac isn't very picky. He often asks for the lawn mower story, which involves Daddy, a broken lawn mower and a screwdriver.

Recently, Isaac has made up his own story. It goes something like this: "Guy on teeying. Gall down. Guy knee hurts. Guy want mama tiss knee."

For those of you who don't speak Isaac, here's the translation: "There's a guy on the ceiling. He falls down. His knee hurts. He wants mama to kiss his knee."