I woke up angry, that never makes for a good morning. Then was greeted by a poopy diaper that ended up getting on Isaac's foot and hand. Next was breakfast where Isaac wanted nothing to do with anything I was trying to feed him. Out of frustration I just gave him a piece of banana and he ate most of it. Then he fed himself some graham crackers. Afterwards he had a bath in the kitchen sink.
At times I feel like I'm already failing as parent and we have many years of parenting ahead of us. This is one of those times. Instead of being consistent with teaching him sign language, I accept Isaac's version of "finished" which is throwing the food to the dogs. Isaac's pulling up on everything now. He actually stood without holding on to anything for a couple of seconds. Getting on the floor and playing with him always changes my mood for the better.