Isaac - 11 weeks

Isaac batted at a toy today
Isaac was swinging in his baby swing and looking very intently at his arch toy in front of him. From the arch hangs a couple black and white toys with interesting designs on them. He was looking at them with great concentration and his left arm was waving out in front of him. I wasn't sure if it was intentional or not, so I stopped the swing and put the hanging toy within his reach. Sure enough, he continued to bat with his left hand and hit the toy maybe 5 times, each time making it swing back toward him. Not only were his eyes very focused, but his lips were all relaxed and puckery, and many spit bubbles were escaping. Babies.

All day long I'm putting out toddler fires... breaking up fights, returning toys to original owners,redirecting naughtiness... and then I look down at little Isaac and whisper to him that he's my easy angel baby. He sleeps on his own, wakes up and contentedly looks around for a long time, eats, looks around some more, and falls asleep. He rarely cries. He's terribly sweet.

He sleeps through the night. Usually he is down at 10:00 and has his first feeding around 5:00. :)

Evanisms
I told Evan that once he poops in the potty, he can have the new trains he has had his eye on. Later that day...
Evan: Evan poop.
Me: Ok, let's go to the potty!
I get there and realize he has already pooped.
Me: Oh, you need to go poop in the potty.
Evan, patting his diaper: Evan pour?

Evan is brushing his teeth, and becomes distracted by Salty the train.
Evan: Evan brush Salty teeth?
Salty later has bubbles all over his mouth.

Evan receives gum for brushing his teeth (defeats the purpose, I know). I give him strict instruction to keep the gum in his mouth and put it in the garbage can when done.
Evan: Evan want more gum.
Me: Where is your gum?
Evan: Kramer ate it.
Me: Evan, cats don't like gum.
Evan: Kramer at it all. Kramer choke. Mommy, come see.
I find the cat sleeping soundly in the window seat. A few days later I find a piece of gum stuck to the window cushion.

Evan walks into the kitchen and whines.
Me: What's wrong?
Evan, with furrowed brow, pointing at feet: Feet.
Me: I know, the floor is dirty.
Evan: Mommy, sweep feet.

Evan and Isaac and I are lying on the bed together, reading books before Evan's naptime. Isaac starts to fuss and cry, but doesn't want to eat. I am trying different ways to console him.
Evan, looking concerned: Here, Isaac. Have tumb.
Evan sticks his own thumb into Isaac's mouth (and Isaac does not object).