going... going... gone

Ever since Isaac was a baby, he would always just "drop" in the middle of whatever he was doing. He's never been the type to wind down slowly, he just goes and goes and goes until he completely runs out of gas. There have been times when we have literally caught him by his shirt collar as he was falling out of his chair at the dinner table. A couple weeks ago he bent down to pick something up, and never came back up. We've even gone into the kid's room in the middle of the night to find Isaac sleeping standing up with just his head resting on the bed. In the picture above with him in the blue shirt, we had just come home from the park. He got out of his car seat, knelt down, and went to sleep. In the green shirt picture, he had been playing with some beads. He reached into the box for more beads, and out he went. I think he inherited the special talent from his daddy.