There is nothing like having a brother.
Sharing.
Loving.
Secrets.
Making mommy’s heart happy.
Nathan has been determined that one of our children would love this stuffed duck that we’ve had for almost 6 years. Ethan and Audrey both snuggled it for a while before settling on another stuffed animal. Isaac, on the other hand, has decided that he LOVES his ducky.
So, thank you to our friend, Judy, who picked out that softest and snuggliest duck and gave it to us when Ethan was born.
Our boy and his duck are very happy together.
Audrey wanted her snowman to have breakfast a couple of days ago. She’s a great hostess. She made sure he was all set up at the table and insisted he needed a bowl and a cup.

I know these next photos aren’t perfect, but they capture a sweet moment so I thought I would share them. Isaac noticed that Nathan was getting ready for work yesterday and this is what Isaac did:


Look at him just looking at Nathan and wondering why he doesn’t get to go with him! Cuteness happens here.
Isaac has some serious bed-head happening these days. I love it! Our baby is 1 1/2 now. I’m not sure of his height, but when I plopped him on our scale (fully dressed) he weighed about one pound more than Ethan and Audrey did at age 2. Isn’t it crazy how kids from the same family can be so different?
Other facts about Isaac:
I promised Ethan we would play some games a couple of nights ago. I think it was Wednesday. We got out some cards and played Go Fish and Bible Memory. I wondered how well Isaac would cooperate, but he did great! We gave him some of the cards that were missing matches and he played with them. It’s the kind of thing I usually think will be too much work or I’m too tired to do it, but when we do it, we have fun. I need to remember that!
I’ve been trying to think about what I want my kids to remember from their growing up years. Spending time as a family playing games is one of those things. I also want them to remember that we played with them and were willing to imagine and go along with their crazy schemes sometimes. We’ve been reading The Long Winter so, someone (maybe it was me or perhaps Ethan) had the idea to pretend that we were the Ingalls and there was a big blizzard outside. Ethan was Pa, I was Ma, Audrey was Laura, and Isaac was Baby Isaac (we added him to the story). We snuggled under blankets and marched around the house to stay warm- just like they did in the book. And “Pa” would “go outside” and hunt bear. Every time he opened the door to the outside, there would be a bear waiting. It was amazing! Pa kept bringing us more and more meat. Lots of fun!
On Friday night, as we were tucking in Ethan and Audrey, Ethan told me that I should be careful not to step on his imaginary friend, Thunder. There was a sleeping bag laid out on the middle of the floor. I guess that’s where Thunder was sleeping. I went to the pantry and grabbed 2 cookies and brought them back to their room. I told Ethan that I wasn’t sure that I believed that Thunder was real. I told them that I was going to leave 2 cookies on his pillow and if they were gone before morning, I would know Thunder was real. Ethan and and Audrey looked at each other and proclaimed that Thunder would definitely eat them. I left the room and listened to them whispering and sneaking about the room. A few minutes later, they ran out of their room to tell me that Thunder had eaten the cookies. I guess they proved me wrong!
This weekend is the Winter Festival in our town. That means there is a parade that goes by our house. It’s like a miniature Hollidazzle parade. All the vehicles/floats are decorated with Christmas lights since it happens at 6:30 and it’s dark outside. We stood at our front kitchen window and watched as it went by. Ethan and Audrey were standing on chairs. Isaac was in his booster seat. All three of them had flashlights and would shine them out the widow and wave them wildly to catch the attention of the passers-by.
These are parenting moments I want to remember.
Oh, we also attempted to take a family photo. It was disastrous. This was the best we got and Ethan isn’t really smiling and Isaac is fuzzy. It was hard work.
Through the last year, I tried to take a picture every day to document our lives. I was more successful some weeks and months than others. I need some inspiration and ideas from all of you to keep me going. Will you help me out?
Leave a comment and let me know what photos you would like to see in the next week or photos you wish you had of your family or life. I’ll do my best to get those photos taken AND posted. Doesn’t that sound awesome? I just need a little inspiration.
I tried to get a good photo of all three kids together the other day.
One nice photo. See?

And several ones where Isaac has started to attack Ethan and Audrey. Isaac just finished bonking Ethan in the nose here:

Audrey was Isaac’s next target. It was all downhill from there! Never a dull moment here.

I’m not sure if you can see it in this photo, but Isaac slipped and fell on his mouth and ended up with a bit of a fat lip. That child has more bumps and bruises than Audrey and Ethan combined. He just has managed to avoid stitches so far!

Smile. . . though your lip is bleeding
We attempted to put him in a toddler bed last night. He fought it a little, but then he climbed up into bed and went to sleep. The problem we had was that he likes to scrunch himself up to the side of his crib when he sleeps. He doesn’t have a side to do that with on the toddler bed and he ended up falling out of bed twice. We could have put up the rail that we have, but Isaac kept diving over it and it ended up being more dangerous than just falling a few inches out of bed. So, I guess he’s not ready. One of these days, his brute strength will destroy his crib and we’ll have to switch!

Three kids in a tub.
Not staged. This is real life in the Fritz home.
Despite the fact that I’ve been going to bed by 10:00, taking my vitamins and drinking my water, I have a cold. It will pass quickly, right?
I’m thinking positively!
I ran 5 miles today. 1 mile warm-up, 1 mile at 8:52, 1/2 half mile recovery, 1 mile at 8:45, 1/2 mile recovery and than 1 mile cool-down. It was hard. I’m doubting my ability to finish the 5k in under a 9:00/mile. It’s one thing to do it for a mile or 2, but for 3 miles? I don’t know.
I had a good day with the kids. Isaac is talking more. He is starting to repeat lots of words. So fun to hear his little voice (except when he is screaming).
If Ethan or Audrey pat their backs (their own backs), Isaac will run and put his arms around them and hang on while they walk around the room.



I love that strange child! He’s been a challenge lately. It’s a rough stage. He’s getting into a lot of things and I have to say, “no” a lot. Then he ends up crying and wailing. Not so much fun. Part of the problem is that he’s waking up too early and he’s tired. It’s a hard thing to remedy for a 17 month old.