Isaac has recently discovered the joy of balled up socks. They are great for throwing, they are great for unraveling, and once you get them unraveled they are great to swing around. The low injury/damage factor is a big reason why, I think. But once they are unraveled Isaac, after watching me, has become a skilled sock ninja. Here is evidence:
My Dad and I are still working on the TV stand, though it will be done this Christmas break, almost guaranteed. Until then we have to be extra vigilant with Isaac. He has figured out how to eject discs out of the PS3. He has also figured out how to put them in. This is one of those slot feeding disc players, so you just approach the slot, gently put the disc in, and a motor takes over and the player swallows the disc. Well, beneath the PS3 is a AM/FM receiver and beneath that there is a CD player. Between the receiver and the CD player is a slot, bigger than the PS3's but it looks similar.
Last night while hanging out in the living room, Isaac ejected the disc from the PS3 and then promptly slid it into the gap between the receiver and CD player. He then turned to me and raised his hands in triumph, as if to say: "There you go, Dad, I helped you out."
Now I know why all of those VCRs showed up at the TV repair place I worked at in grad school full of Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches.
Last night while hanging out in the living room, Isaac ejected the disc from the PS3 and then promptly slid it into the gap between the receiver and CD player. He then turned to me and raised his hands in triumph, as if to say: "There you go, Dad, I helped you out."
Now I know why all of those VCRs showed up at the TV repair place I worked at in grad school full of Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches.
So the tree went up yesterday and was decorated today. We were afraid that Isaac Anthony would just lose it but he played it cool. He would walk by, give the tree a look or two, like "Yeah there is a tree in my house...weird" and then go about his business. Then tonight all he could do was go to the tree. That is, until Dad built a fire with all of our firewood (Dad has probably cut and split by hand a full cord...impressive, hopefully, for a paper pushing lawyer). Then it was TREE EE! FIRE EEE! TREE! FIRE! And after all of the screeching was finished, he went over to the electronics and played with those. It is practically impossible for him to resist the temptations in the living room now. All of which are right at his level and incredibly cool.