Isaac is now happy as a clam to be dropped off in the morning at his barnehage.  And when I pick him up, he usually wants to walk the whole way home.

He must climb on every rock along the route.

Isaac's lip had a tough week.  This weekend, he wiped out during some roughhousing with his siblings and bit his lower lip something fierce.  Then at school, he bumped his upper lip on the playground.  Until the swelling went down, he looked like a Hollywood actor who'd overdone the lip fillers.

There's a dirt path on the other side of the rose bushes along the river.  Isaac loves to run along that, while I take the  gravel path with the stroller.