
This pic is a perfect example of one of Isaac's many worries. He asked me what the
sign was and I told him it was because you aren't allowed to take dogs on that beach.
He was totally appalled by this unjust statement and said, "but the dogs will be
sad if they can't play on the beach!"

My boy is a serial worrier. He worries about everything from his breakfast cereal to his sister (he says to me quite often "I just don't know what we're going to do with that girl!"). He worries about how we're going to get somewhere, what we'll do when we get there and how it would possibly work out that we'll get home again. He worries about things that are broken, about impending bad weather and about not writing his name as what he deems as "properly" (he is left handed and sometimes struggles to copy his right-handed parents writing letters :-))
Mum and I often refer to him as "Melancholy Mal". It just seems to suit him. To Isaac, a lot of life is taken extremely seriously whereas his sister is more of a fly by the seat of your pants kinda gal. Rules are made to be obeyed for Isaac and to him there is nothing more frustrating than a sister that lives to break them. I don't know how many times a week I say to Isaac, "I am the mummy, I will handle it!" when he tries to put the fear of God into his wayward sister when he obviously has seen my type of discipline to be severly lacking!
But Isaac is also a sweet, genuinely concerned little boy that truly loves people with his whole little heart. He cares for people and their well-being so deeply. If he catches wind of something being up (recently his Grandpa had his kness operated on) that's it, he won't rest until his endless questions about that person's well-being are answered.
I don't think I will ever have to worry about him not being sensible. The other night we went to a Christmas "do" at Em and Steve's church with a jumping castle. Cassidy spent the whole night on the castle doing flips that would rival Nadia Kominich at the Olympics and almost sending Nanna and mummy into heart failure whilst Isaac stood at the sidelines watching her saying "I can do that, I just don't feel like it right now" :-) :-)
Nothing more demonstrated the two differing personalities of my son and daughter than last night. Steve had not yet arrived home and I was doing the usual multi-task of cooking tea and running up and down the stairs controlling the amount of water that was coming out of the bath. At one point I did one of those unfortunate little twists that feels like you're paralysed and can't move your neck. I sank down helpless against the wall with the pain and both the kids said "what's wrong mummy" and hopped out of the bath. Cassidy came over and said "it's okay mummy, I will kiss it better", which she did with a flourish and went off on her merry and naked way.
Isaac, sat down in front of me almost in tears, rubbed my cheek and said," oh I don't like it when my mummy is hurt! Where does it hurt mummy? What can I do? Would you like me to finish cooking dinner for you?"
It almost brings me to tears just thinking about it. He's so much like his daddy and it's going to be one lucky girl that gets our boy one day.
I love you biggest boy xxoo