Whenever you go to an automated checkout or the pharmacy they make you sign things. They never check what you sign, but in order to leave you have sign that stupid pin pad or a clipboard. I have, for about 15 years now, routinely signed my name as Poophead or some variant when I felt particularly annoyed at this stupid security precaution (some guy at Discover is slapping his forehead finally learning where all of the Poophead slips are coming from).

Poophead, however, has to retire. Last night we went to pick up my pills at CVS. The pleasant and slightly oblivious attendant handed me my pills and the clipboard. Poophead signed it and I giggled like a school kid, telling Isaac Anthony of my exploits. Momma bear however told me that this does not set a good example for Isaac and that, someday, it may make a difference. With a kid to set a good example for I am sad to say that Poophead has official retired from signing all of my useless security precaution forms. He says goodbye to CVS, Home Depot, Target, and all of the other routine locations where a signature is required but no one ever checks.

So technically this is not Isaac Anthony related, but I can imagine, hopefully, that Isaac Anthony would do something like this.

I drive home through the back woods of New Hampshire and central Massachusetts. There are a lot of bending roads and old farm houses. One house, in particular, has three young boys. I see them waiting for the bus all of the time. Well, as I approach this house, I always slow down. The kids, plus the extreme turn in the road, make this mandatory a safety precaution.

Last night, with the huge piles of thrown snow on the side of the road, I thought for a brief second, that I saw someone walk across the road. I slowed to an almost stop. Then from behind one particularly large snow pile I saw the three boys spring up, armed with snow balls. They pelted the Corolla and then, like the Wild Things in the book, threw their hands up in the air and danced around in the snow laughing and whooping. I could not help but laugh as sped up and drove by. Their plan had worked and they probably hit the Corolla about a dozen times with their weapons of choice.

Kids make everything fun, even a snowstorm and a long commute. Isaac, I can't wait.

Pat the Bunny is without question on of the best kid's books of all time (in fact, it is the 6th best selling kids book ever). And while its lack of a plot and weird presentation did not hit it off with Bianca and I right away, apparently Isaac has always been a huge fan. He has learned how to do many of the tasks the book invites kids to do (Mummy's ring, for those who have read the book, still challenges him and his chubby little hands). Here is some video of him working his way through Pat the Bunny:



Some pictures and a video of giggleboxing were also uploaded. Wait until the weekend, we have an awesome stealth video of Isaac crawling and flipping over, which, for some reason, he won't do when we are around.

Here is one of Isaac playing with Duplos:



And one where he is looking like king of the living room: