Poo.

Why must Isaiah poo? I was pulling his underwear down when this large mound of poo plopped on the ground in public! I panicked. I didnt know what to pick it up with...I almost left it there just because it was funny. Disgusting. Human poo is different from animal poo. New purchase - pooper scooper.

Good idea.

Isaiah's new word at the moment is "good idea." He uses it any chance he gets. Isaiah would you like to go outside? Good idea. Isaiah would you like some milk? Good idea. Most recent was this morning when I asked him if mommy should be Cinderella for halloween. His response - good idea.


I imagine Isaiah is wishing hard for something. I hope its a castle with a personal chef...and maybe a driver, a pony, and green grass all around. Wishful thinking...wishful. Reality just threw a rock at me.


Or just put me in front of Oprah. You get a castle! You get a castle! You! You! And you!

Drive.

I'm parked in the garage. Isaiah is messing around in the back seat. I hear "drive mom. Put keys in." So demanding.

Girls are fast.

This arrived at my doorstep. I wondered if there was a return address...

He promised to be a good boy so I let him out.

Getting bubblegum. Girls are always faster.

Trying to blow bubbles but the closest they got to one was sticking their gum out for me to see. Ok maybe later.

Wait. I almost got it. I need share. Snake hungry. Really? The snake is hungry?

I know there's more to this cave then this hole in a rock. Look up there! I hear a sound! I hear it!

Break for raisins.

Crying? Louder? Thats all you got? Let me know when you're done.

I not crying now. Sniff...sniff. Are you sorry that you dunked your body in the water? I told you not to do that. Uh huh. Sorry mom.

Girls are smart. Dinosaurs do eat other animals. Thats a lion in the dinosaurs mouth.

Mom. If Tasha's driving then I'm not sure if I want to be passenger...

Isaiah makes a great bus driver.

This bus was made for 2 adults and 1 child or 1 midget.

Sometimes Isaiah is a doggy.

My dream or his dream?

Isaiah said "there's a cat! There's a cat! Its right there! Right there!" I'm freaking out and told him that I don't see a cat and tried to calm him down. He was very sure there was a cat on his pillow. I switched out his pillow with mine but it didnt do the trick. I realized he was dreaming again! OMG. This boy.

But the weird part was that he woke me up from my dream about killer goldfishes! In my dream water was everywhere about knee high and there were these really pretty goldfishes - large and small. Someone warned me not to get near these fishes because they're killer. I didn't believe it because seriously - killer goldfishes? Right. Anyway, some were coming near us pretty quickly but being me in my dream I thought I could just kick one of these suckers back to its little habitat. OMG. That little sucker stuck to my foot! I should've listened! The scales on the fish were sharp! In my dream it didnt hurt but it was stuck to my foot and had to get help to pull the fish from my foot! I was freaking out like nothing else. I needed to know what happened in my dream so I tried to dream it again but it didnt work.

Whats your name?

Whats your name? I'm Isaiah. What's mommy's name? Uh...mommy! Good boy! Whats daddy's name? Uh...daddy go work! Hahahahahahaha!

No Way!

Does this look like the face of someone who elbows you in the face or kicks you in your throat while you're sleeping? No way!




This face does!



Please women. Back off. No more pictures!


Isaiah wins!


Yea! You better run from the mommy monster! She's going to drench you!!!!

Wait! I forgot you guys can get me back!

Stay away! Mommy monster cant get wet!


Hello? Room service? I need someone to come clean this booger from my leather chair. Or you can send Tasha over.



Still keeping Isaiah busy...Kids these days get into too much trouble. This is how we do it.

Stop farting!

Isaiah stands and farts. Isaiah lays down and farts. Isaiah drinks a cup of milk and farts. Isaiah sat on my lap and farts. It smelled. I pushed him off my lap and told him that I didnt like him. Isaiah told me that I wasn't nice. He still smells. Something is wrong with this boy.

This is the kind of face you make when Isaiah farts! Stink nugget!

Labor Day weekend already the past.

Isaiah starting his day late...I told him the best time was to start in the morning so that he has time for other things.

Maybe if Isaiah turns the camera around he wouldn't get blinded by the flash!

Modern Lao...Whats with the gang signs?

Wonder who took this picture? Hmmmm....Looks like a finger there.

Because we're cool like this. I get to wear 3-D glasses. Isaiah needs to know.

Isaiah break dancing...

Working his ping-pong skills!

Isaiah leaving Tasha's car...to go over to mommy's car!

State Fair - We take pictures.

We ride. We eat.

Then we sleep. And ride through a small town called Jewell.

Guess what I'm going to be for Halloween????!!!!!

Good bye.