The Johnson Family

January 11th, 2003 was a very special day for us. It's the day we became parents; the day I became a mother.

The minute I held that tiny bundle in my arms, I looked into his adorable, squishy face and I was overwhelmed with love. He was perfect. I'll never forget those curious, little grey eyes looking back at me, blinking slowly, so full of trust. I determined right then and there that I was going to be the perfect mother. I would protect him from the world. I would teach him right from wrong. We would sing all day and never yell and he would always remember to say please and thank you. We would read together everyday and he would never want to watch TV or play video games.

I laugh now at how unrealistic some of those expectations were. I definitely am nowhere NEAR the perfect mom. But Isaac's a good boy and he's always been a good sport about being my little guinea pig (poor kid).

Thankfully he's still alive; despite my parenting.

Here's a little photographic synopsis of Isaac's life for ya'll:

2 weeks

Blessing Day

3 months

6 months

(Yeah, we had a little party--you know, first time parents)

9 months

14 months

(and I'm 5 months preggo!)

18 months

2 and 1/2 years

One of my *all-time* favorite pictures of my boy

3 and 1/2 years

5 years

And here he is (a big EIGHT years old!) with his birthday dinner of choice: Ramen noodles and Past Roni. Also, no fruits or vegetables. Faaaantastic. But that's my Isaac!

There are times when I look at this boy and wonder how in the heck he grew up so fast. He's going to be all grown up & on his own before I know it. But then again, I took him in for his annual well check this week and the pediatrician had to extract a glob of blue Play Dough from his ear (he claims to no nothing of how it got there). Guess he's not quite a man yet!