Sketchy

Isabelle and Nathan are so different in the tooting department. When Isabelle was a baby she was so farty. Nathan. The complete opposite. Rarely hear anything from his booty. So, maybe that’s why Isabelle felt the need to point it out.
And I am feeling very successful with food and Isabelle lately. Since I’ve included her more in the preparing and choosing, she’s become more open to trying new things. She won’t necessarily eat it but she will open her mouth to try. What an improvement. Before it was only licking like in the drawing but now it’s honest to goodness put in your mouth trying. I mean occasionally she will slide and just lick but most of the time she’ll plop an entire bite into her mouth. Then if she doesn’t like it she will spit it out.

As I type this, I cannot find one of my pens *exasperated sigh*.
Yes. Alan cuts her crusts off. I do sometimes. Most of the times I don’t. Isabelle doesn’t usually get mad about it though. For some reason that day she did. Like I had ruined her sandwich.
Nathan climbing up onto stuff is scary. I know it’s not high but sometimes he takes face plants crawling over a pillow. Sheesh sometimes he takes face plants just crawling. He lays there all sprawled out whimpering and I wonder how does he slip when he’s crawling?! He’s already so close to the ground…
And yeah I think that day Alan went to work early. He didn’t tell me until it was about time for him to leave.



















