Being so big and so hot and swollen is tough unless you’re in water which rarely happens. One day we got to float around for several hours with our friends in an extravagently gorgeous pool surrounded by woods and pretty flowers. Isaac was hillarious because he is such a cautious little guy. He wore a spiderman life jacket and a Barbie floatie around his waist. He swam all over the place, but he made sure that he felt as buoyant as possible.
Today, a month later, at the park, Isaac climbed a 7+ foot climbing wall about 50 times, and I was his spotter, but he didn’t want me to touch him at all. He actually fell once, and I caught him. He said, “Woe, you caught me!” and then he cried for 2 seconds, leaned over my shoulder to spit out some blood, and then reattached to the wall for the last half of his time at the park. All the other kids were running around playing Dragon (Jude was trying to do that, too, screaming with his arms up in the air), but Ike just kept climbing the wall, turning around to watch me clap, and then sliding back down to the bottom to latch on again. It was great to see him be brave and climb so far above my head that I could only soften a fall — not keep him from it. It was good for both of us.