Little Guy Photo Shoot

Sigh.

I have this terrible problem.  I constantly take pictures of my two favorite toddlers.  I can't stop.  I love it.  (Although they don't, usually.)   I'm thinking of renaming this blog "Isaac and Joshua's Personal Scrapbook".  (Kidding.)

It may annoy you to see post after post with pictures of my two adorable little brothers....I've noticed that my posts have consisted of 95% of pictures of THEM ever since Joshua came home last March!!  It's been nearly a year and maybe I've lost some blog readers due to that fact. 

However.  I cannot help but capture their smiling little faces......way too soon they'll be grown up boys, and this precious time in their lives will be gone.  I don't want to forget  how sweet they are right now!  I don't want to take for granted each day I have with them.  They are gifts from God, and after waiting for both of them for so long I just HAVE to take pictures of them.

And so, here we are.  If anyone is still reading after that lengthy explanation, here are my sweet brothers.

 We get asked ALL the time if they are twins.  People are always surprised when we say that they're a year apart.  :-)

 Isaac is coming up on his 2nd Gotcha Day this February!  I can't believe he's been home that long.  He has come SO. FAR.  Since we first met him.   He can carry on a real conversation now!  Just like a little man!  It's so cute!  And he trusts us - he knows what's going on and understands things like, mama is going to the store and will be right back.  

 And Joshua is right there with him.......the complete copy-cat of everything Isaac says or does.  Poor little guy is sick right now, too ~ all croaky and weepy and coughy.  Don't you just love how he's posing like a girl here?  (I still think he could get a killer job being a Huggies diaper model.  Maybe pullups, now that he's older.) He's our sweet one......emotional, cries at the drop of a hat, etc. 

 Totally sweet.

 These two little surprise tag-alongs are such a blessing!  I never thought I'd get to be a big sister again, TWICE! 

 This little four-year old is sweet too....but I'd say more sweet and spicy.  That's my favorite food to get at a Chinese reseraunt, sweet and spicy chicken.  And that totally describes Isaac, to the core.

Sweet in the sense that one minute he can be patting Joshua on the back and telling him that everything will be okay...and spicy in the sense that he is our little police man and will tear the house apart trying to bring justice to some offensive member of our family.   David slammed the freezer door this afternoon, and Isaac was all over him for it.

"DAVID!"

Of course I asked Isaac what was wrong, and he replied, "Naughty David slam that door. BAD David!"

 If you ask this little guy how he's doing, he'll always reply, "Um, just fine."  Sometimes, with a little promting, it's "Um, just fine, sanks."  Since he copies Isaac ALL the time, he often has difficulty expressing what he is thinking or wanting.  For example, the other night,  I heard him crying in his bed.  I went to his room, knelt by his bed and asked him what was wrong.  All I got was, "Um, nuffing."   Hmmm.  Nuffing wrong, eh?

 Since there is constant talk of Jonathan going into the Navy Seals, the little boys have caught on to that pretty quickly.  Although they like to joke and say he's going into the "Baby Seals".   And this morning, Joshua woke up all sniffly from his cold and didn't feel good.  Courtney was trying to comfort him, and Isaac went right up to him saying, "Don't worry Josh, it's okay.  I take care of you." 

Yesterday Isaac got a nasty little hangnail on his pinky finger.....so out came the nail clippers.  I went ahead and trimmed the rest of his "piggies" (as we call them) and then did Josh, since he was right there too.  Josh asked, "You do my two piggies, too?"  I said of course I would, and then Isaac said, "Why Josh only have two piggies, not ten?" 

"Because that's the way God made him, Isaac.  God gave him special piggies."

"Oh!"  And on the conversation went as we trimmed nails. 

They sure know the difference between being rude and being polite, too.  Just now, Isaac came running inside, whining, "My juice!! Where my juuuuuice?"  And I replied, "Well, that's not how you ask, young man."  Suddenly I heard this chipper little voice saying, "May I have my juice please, ma'am?"

*Sigh*.  I love my brothers.  I love taking their pictures.  I love keeping track of all the funny things they say and do.  I am so, so, blessed.