Conversations with Isaac

I talk to myself sometimes. Actually a lot. And the only reason why I am admitting this on the world wide web... is because I know there is at least one person out there that talks to themselves too. Just so we are clear though, I talk to myself in the "I like to think out loud" way. I mean I don't sit there and have a conversation with myself, answering back with ooos and awwws.

Now that that is cleared up, I do often talk to Isaac and for Isaac. And when he sometimes responds with his baby jabber I pretend like I know exactly what he is saying. For example, if we are in the car and he wakes up from a little nap with a few syllables voiced in my direction, I will often respond with something like this, "We are on our way to Grandma's house." This is obviously assuming that his syllables translated to, "Where the heck are we going mom?"

It is possible that admitting this information makes me a bit crazy. Or it just means that I am an awesome mother. I will now finish my rambling and get on with the more meaningful content of this post. 

"Hey Bubba. I know you really like playing with power cords, but you really aren't supposed to be doing that. Besides I need your attention. I have to tell you something super cool."

"Mom, I'm busy."

"Yep, I need that power cord now. Thanks."

"Mom, what is so super cool that I have to give up potential electrical shock for?"

"Look Isaac."

"Mom, seriously. What's this?"

"Bubba, do you remember when I told you on Thanksgiving that you were going to be a big brother?"

"I thought that was a joke."

"Well, you are going to have a little brother. But don't worry you'll still get some attention. You won't have a little brother ruining your first birthday or anything. He won't be here until July."