Isaac was the main attraction everywhere we went. Many of the store owners talked to him, and one man even held him for a few minutes. He was Indian, and Isaac was fascinated by his accent. The man talked to him, and then all the sudden, Isaac reached for him. That put a big smile on his face. He said, "I love children, and they know it!"
Isaac was also the center of attention when we ate in different restaurants. At Helendorf, a German restaurant, we ate upstairs. There were four tables inside, and everyone had their eyes on Isaac. He became quite the flirt too. Isaac kept looking at one girl, who must've been roughly nine years old, and smiling at her. Then she would laugh, which would make him laugh.
When we were at the pool, all the little girls were oohing and aahing over him. They especially did that when Wes would throw Isaac up and catch him, because Isaac had a huge smile on his face. A few of the kids even played with him. I was glad for that, because although I'm at peace about not having more children, it does make me sad that Isaac won't have any brothers or sisters to play with while he's growing up.
Isaac did really well adapting to the new situation. He still took his afternoon nap every day and went to bed at about the same time each night. Sometimes it took him a little longer, but he was able to get to sleep on his own in his pack 'n' play. He did really well with his eating too. We ate breakfast at the hotel every morning. I brought some canned vegetables for his lunch, and we went out each night for dinner. We had to really search, but we were able to find restaurants that serve vegetables.
I'd planned on weaning him soon anyway, but I was forced to do it a little sooner while we were gone. When we were at the restaurants, I couldn't expect him to eat everything without anything to drink. I figured it was better for him to have formula in his cup rather than fill up on water, which has no calories. The first night, I took him to the restroom to nurse him after all of that (I never mastered the art of nursing in public with a blanket draped over the baby), but Isaac wasn't interested in nursing for very long. So after that, I just gave him more formula in his cup and didn't nurse. Since then, I've taken away another nursing session a little at a time, and now we're down to when he wakes up and right before bed. I miss that special time, but I also realize it's time to move on to the next stage.
When we left for Helen, it only took us about five hours to get there. We left close to Isaac's bedtime, so he slept the whole way there. Coming back, however, was a different story. We checked out of the hotel just before lunchtime on Monday, so Isaac was awake. We stopped for lunch, and it took close to an hour to feed him. He napped after that, which was great. Shortly after he woke up, though, we stopped to feed him his snack. Then around 5:45, we stopped for dinner, and it took another hour to feed him that. So all total, it took us about seven hours to get home.
Since we've been back, I feel like all I've done is cook and clean, but I haven't minded it. I cleaned the house top to bottom, in preparation for tonight. I recently took on the role of Sunday School Superintendent at our church, and I invited all of the Sunday School teachers over for an appreciation dinner and planning meeting. I made lasagna, green beans, salad, and cinammon rolls. It wasn't difficult to do, but it involved a good bit of prep work the night before for the lasagna.
Tomorrow, I'll spend some more time cooking and cleaning in preparation for Isaac's birthday party, which is on Saturday. I thought I would make Isaac's cake tonight and then make the icing tomorrow, but I need a break after working so hard the last few days. I'll just do everything tomorrow, in between Isaac's meal times and nap. I'm just thankful that this week has been Winter Break, so that I have the time that I need to get everything done.
Now, for some pictures:
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