One time when Isaac was chatting with Nanna and P-Pa he REALLY wanted to stay up, but it was bed time.  They told him they were going to bed too.  He doubted them, but they told him they would prove it and take a picture when they were in bed.  They sent a photo of them both sleeping.  Then Isaac asked me who took the picture.  Eeek!  Fibbery doesn't work on this boy.

Isaac and I went on a hike in Fallulah this weekend and well...heck the video tells the whole hilarious story:

Isaac and Dad love to pretend wrestle and the weekends give us plenty of time to really go at it.  I am extra super duper careful, knowing that even though Isaac is very strong and very tough, he is still a little guy.  Basically I just let him go all out on me. 

Over time Isaac has become much, much more coordinated.  Here is a good video of Isaac just letting loose on Dad.  Watch how good he does timing the double leg kick:


WWE belt is just around the corner.

It was time.

Last Friday, Isaac became a slightly more aware of the culture around him.  He enjoyed one of the very best, most entertaining movies ever made--Star Wars (to be technical, A New Hope aka Episode IV).

I saw Return of the Jedi the last day of kindergarten, so if you back that up, I had to have seen Star Wars around the age of four.  I did a lot of research to figure out what the best age was and its pretty funny--most scientific researchers determined the best age to watch it was the age their children were when they wrote their papers or did their research.  

Leading up to the Star Wars dinner and a movie, we hyped it for Isaac and he got it.  He was anticipating the movie, but secretly I had two fears.  First, there was about a 10% chance he just wouldn't get it.  It is a long movie, more complex than most of the movies he likes, and it is live action.  So there was a chance it would just sail over his head.  Second, and more of a concern, like 40% chance, was that he would think it was boring.  After the intial flurry of action and Darth Vader's appearance there is a long stretch, basically until they meet up with Han Solo in Mos Eisley Cantina, where nothing happens but a lot of talking.  Its almost an hour long.  That seemed like it might just kill Isaac's enjoyment.

But from the minute the little prologue starting scrolling up the screen and the trumpet blast of John William's peerless score began, Isaac was engaged.  He locked in and just watched, with only a few questions about who and what (the whole Ben v. Obi Wan Kenobi) was pretty confusing.  The only persistent questions were about Luke's mom and dad.  He wanted to know where they were and when Obi Wan tells Luke that Vader killed his father, that stuck in Isaac's brain.  We talked about that a lot and tried not to spoil the surprise.  

Two hours later, after the award ceremony (Chewbacca got shamelessly snubbed; even the Rebel Alliance is a bit racist), the trance was broken and Isaac was...PUMPED.  He wanted to watch the next one right away.  He asked 100 question a minute.  He told everyone at soccer and he told his cousins that he had seen Star Wars, it was something of a rite of passage in both his and our minds.  He even told his cousins the next day.  

He sings the score, he wants to wear his Vader cape everywhere, and he really, really likes making the ships out of Lego.  My worries were completely unfounded.  Star Wars, is, was, and forever will be, totally awesome.  And now I get to share it with my best buddy.