Labor Day Weekend Photo Load

Photos from Grandma's visits.

Okay, I screwed the pooch on Isaac's 4 month birthday.

All 1 of our loyal readers may have noticed a post this morning discussing tax brackets and Social Security payments. That was an intended post, just intended for a blog I do for my 7th graders. Sorry to get your hopes up for nothing. To make up for it, here's an overdose of sexy shirtless men. No, not me. I said SEXY, not FAT.

The Insanity Snap and a Photo Load

Our friends Dan and Katie were over yesterday, and Katie (a nanny) was talking about how impossibly frustrating it is to drive a car through NYC traffic with an infant howling hysterically in the backseat. At one point, it overwhelmed her so much that she basically went nuts. "There was nothing I could do. So I just started laughing."

Sometime a couple of weeks ago, Isaac was perfecting his banshee wail, the one that says "I'm so hungry, and have made myself so miserable, that before I will eat, you must calm me down to the point where I look like I'm one of those pictures of a person staring in abject horror at some great calamity." And he kept going. And going. And....going...

And that's when I had the "insanity snap." I just started laughing in his face. Not because I wanted to. Not because I am by nature a cruel human being. I had just hit my breaking point. And I laughed at my screaming child.

Thinking about it now, after that day, Isaac's ghastly shrieking doesn't get to me the same way. Sure, I want to fix the problem, and I still much prefer to have happy Ike to sad Ike. But I don't stress as much when Ike is upset, and that is key to my general well being. I know that parenting makes one "crazy." But apparently, this particular craziness is an on-the-fly adjustment, an adaptation ensuring the survival of the species.

The rest of what you're here for:

Isaac Photo Load 3

Two things about this child: first, he can really poop. Second, he's really cute. He gets the poopin' thing from his mom, and the cuteness thing from me. Or the other way around. I get tired and forgetful these days.

But mostly, perhaps more true than any other true thing ever, Isaac can really poop.