Yesterday Isaiah wore a small blanket as a cape, held together under his chin with one of my hair clips. When Seth came home, Isaiah ran out the front door in stocking feet and blanket cape to greet him. It was so funny. Sometimes I'm so bent on telling Isaiah how big he is, tall, grown up, ready for school, past the tantrum stage (I keep hoping) that I forget he is still just a little child. I should enjoy it more when he acts like one.