The day before Isaiah's third birthday we were still at the beach on vacation, and I got him up to go watch the sunrise on the beach with me and to take his three year pictures. Steph came along too, and Isaiah is still talking about the "beautiful sunrise he saw with mommy and Steph."
When we first got to the beach this top picture is how it looked. Isaiah was still sleepy and chilly and I wrapped him up in a brown fleece blanket we had in our car and carried him out there. What I love about these photos is that they show the true range of his personality. Before the sun came up he was his sleepy, snuggly little self. Then as the sun began to peek over the horizon, his little silly side began to peek out more and more too. Little by little he started drawing with his finger in the sand, letting the blanket down a little more all the time, until finally the true "emergence" happened... he dropped the blanket altogether and started running and playing on the beach, finding sticks, falling in the sand, giving me true Isaiah smiles and laughter and even wanted to wear his rockstar shades for a few. The last two images of him smiling are the last two I took that morning. He is a little ray of sunshine in our lives. Oh how I love that boy.
(Most of these photos are un-edited because the light was just that gorgeous. A few I had fun playing around with. Enjoy!)
Steph took a few of me and Isaiah together while we were there too, and I will treasure them forever.
I wanted to try to put "a day in the life of Isaiah" into words so I could remember this stage and what it is like.... In the mornings, before I am even awake, snuggly, tousled blonde hair Isaiah climbs into bed with me, his stuffed puppy in the crook of one arm (from 9 p.m. to 9 a.m. he is never without his puppy) and tells me he wants some covers as he snuggles up to me and starts whispering what he wants for breakfast in my ear... Including, but not limited to... "I want eggs, and toast, and sausage, and a smoothie and apple and cereal..." The boy can eat. I think his favorite food groups are meat and fruit. Once I am finally pulled out of sleep and into wakefulness by the string of whatever foods Isaiah is dreaming about on that particular morning I head downstairs to get breakfast ready and Isaiah goes
Speaking of naked, Isaiah's here tapping on my arm and asking me for a hole puncher right this very second. Better go. ;)