Its pretty clear that Isaac looks like me and behaves like Bianca.  Unfortunately for us, Beethan behaves like me.  That is to say, in certain circumstances, Beethan could given two shits what people want or think.  It will be a skill that will come in handy, when and if, in the future he needs to defend people in court that society finds repellent, but as a 1 year old it is, um, vexing to say the least.

While on vacation Beethy would regularly wake up, go the sliding glass door, and point at the beach and say "Wa, wa" over and over again until someone took him to the beach, regardless of what people are doing.  "Beach, now, I don't give a f--- what else you are doing."

Then there are the times when we are playing and his birth and I have created a situation where Isaac needs his help.  Isaac loves to do this, as it, in his mind makes Beethy feel important.  Most of the time however, Beethy will look up, see his brother imperiled, and move on.  "That's your problem bro..."

Finally, there are times when we are all sitting around the dinner table eating.  Ethan has just gobbled some shred of food down, when he looks around and finds a few more clumps of dinner on his tray and he decided to go into food chucking mode.  Bianca will try to get him to stop, giving him nice encouraging warnings and telling him he is a good boy.  Then, she will turn to her food, and go down to take a bite, when BLAM food on the side of her head.  You know why this happen?  Because Beethy don't give a F---.

Yep.  My son.  

We went down to Rhode Island to hang out with Bianca's family at their annual summer beach house. It is always a great experience, but this year it was a little different, both because we had Ethan with us and because there was a BOAT!  It wasn't a yacht or anything, but boys+boat=awesome.  

Colby, Myles, and Isaac hung out at the dock for hours while everyone else watch.  They would hold the rope and let the boat float out a bit and then pull it back.  They did this hundreds of times.  Then, Bianca's Dad's friend Buddy arrived with an actual motor boat instead of an old row boat.  This was a whole new level of adventure.  

After dinner, Buddy graciously took me, Isaac, Myles, and Colby out on the water.  Ethan "Swimmie" was not happy about being left behind, but there wasn't a life jacket that would fit him.  As we pushed off it became clear that this would be a spectacular hour adventure.  The weather was perfect, a slightly breezy 75 degrees.  The sun was just starting to set, creating a fireworks show in the clouds, and Buddy knew of a great secret spot.  It was a secluded private beach out on a sandbar.  We pulled the little motorboat up and got out.  As we made our way through the bushes, we came to a beautiful truly deserted beach.  There were special cages for endangered birds and very few people.  It was hard not to be struck by the scene.

A few minutes later we got back into the boat and made our way back to the beach house.  As we approached the dock, a group had assembled to welcome us back when Myles shouted "Land A Ho!"  Everyone died laughing, prompting all three boys (and me) to shout it again and again.  When they get older and find that Eddie Murphy video, they will know why it was so funny.  Until then, we can all enjoy them shouting it....Land a Ho!

A few days ago, out of the blue, Isaac asked me for a new bag.  He wants "the perfect bag" he said.  What is the perfect bag?  Well, just like is father he had a long list of requirements, some of which are seemingly impossible to be meet.  The big thing is he wants a bag with water bottle holders on the side.  

Why?  Because after picking him up red faced and sweaty at camp a few days in a row we asked him why he hadn't drank his water and he told us--it got hot and hot water is gross.  So we went to Target and had him look through all of their water bottles. After picking up and trying a bunch, there was clearly a method in his madness, he finally settled on one (a very good design) and he loved it.  

The water and red faced problem was solved and now we have a backpack problem.  We talked about what he wanted and then he asked if they would have them in Maine.  Every year we go to the LL Bean flagship store in Maine and last year he remembered hunting for lunch boxes.  So naturally he thought, correctly, that they would have his perfect backpack in Maine.  

Last night before bed he asked me if I was sure they'd have the perfect backpack.  Then I told him the truth--if any place will have it, it's Maine, but it might not exist.  He didn't like that answer at all, but I told him not to worry and that we'd do some research before we get to Freeport.  That was a good answer.  This entire thing is something I can totally relate to.  

Then last night while playing Isaac asked me if a carbon fiber sword could cut through a lightsaber.  

Totally my son.