Little Man

I've been meaning to for weeks, but last night Greg and I finally got a few pictures of Isaac in his little white tuxedo (made by Grandma Karine for his blessing last week). He's going to grow out of it any minute now (it's already a tight squeeze), and I wanted some pictures of him in it by himself (since we only had pictures of people holding him on his blessing day). I feel better having the pictures done now, and Isaac will be glad we never have to squeeze him into it ever again. :-)

But first, I have two pictures of him taken earlier yesterday -- I loved his expressions as he looked over Daddy's shoulder.

And back to the tuxedo . . .

This bow tie was so hard to get to lay just right . . .

This one was just to show off the tails . . .

Then he started to get annoyed with this whole photo shoot thing . . .

And I actually covered his quivering lip in this one (although, this was not the most pathetically sad he looked during picture taking, just the best photographic evidence of his sadness . . . )

And one comparison picture -- here's my little brother Cody, 19 years ago, wearing a very similar tuxedo (also made by my Mom). Isaac looks up to Cody for fashion advice . . . (which probably means wearing a LOT of American Eagle Polo's in the future . . . )