Names, Names, Need a New Name

I want to change the name of my blog again.  I'm just not ver satisfied with this current one:

Practice Room: Making Use of the Madness,

although most days that is exactly what I am doing.

The old name was more satisfying, though no longer accurate, as I have two sons instead of one.  And I am happy to have two.

It's funny to think that not long ago I wondered still what Isaac was going to be like, because he was quiet and seemed contemplative, and as my father-in-law observed, he seemed to be examining the world around him, trying to figure out what to make of it.  Now he dives right in.  He's become noisy, and curious and somewhat mischeivious.  He gets into absolutely everything, and as my friend Alina says, he's quiet while he's doing it so that you'd never figure out what was happening if you couldn't get eyes on him immediately.  He likes to jump into mud holes.  He showed no fear of my Aunt's cat even after it scratched him.  He climbs up on the dining room table whenever there's anything up there that looks even slightly interesting.

He's awefully cute.  So is his big brother.

My mother came by and cut their hair today, something I had not yet been brave enough to do myself.  She did an excellent job for not having cut a small, wiggling child's hair in at least fifteen years.