So Adamant Denial does not work as a stall tactic for preventing a diaper change.  Recognizing that fact Isaac Anthony decided to change his game plan.  Here is his new approach:



First there is a claim of being too busy, which as you can see is patently untrue.  Then there is the misdirection, Isaac claiming that Mommy actually has poop coming.

This kid kills me. 

This is an obvious comparison, but I will make it nonetheless.

Do you remember these candy gems:

They were so powerfully charged with sugar that even as a kid I couldn't eat more than one.  They were so sweet and so delicious it was hard to resist.  They were wildly indulgent, even at ten.  I tried to eat one a few months ago, BTW, and almost vomited.  The chocolate, while decidedly subpar, was edible.  The cream center was not.

Grandparents, like the Cadbury Creme Egg, are wildly indulgent.  Isaac's trip back to Ohio was fantastic for all involved.  Here he is with his Nanna:

 
You can imagine that if that was the greeting, when we got there, when he woke up, when he said hello, when he did just about anything, that they were, well, indulgent.

Isaac's grandparents would play beep beeps with him everywhere, literally.  Here is a shot of Isaac and his P-Pa in a spontaneous, pick up game of beep beeps in the middle of the workshop:

Even the GREAT GRANDPARENTS got in on the indulgence:

At Panera, at least in Massachusetts, Isaac has to sit on his bottom and can't play with his food.  Not in Ohio:

  

Finally, though there are no pictures of this, trust me, it happened--Isaac really doesn't have much of a bed time when he is with his grandparents.  Bianca and I took the chance to have a meal just the two of us at a place in Yellow Springs, Ohio called the Winds.  When we got home there was a tiny little naked boy bouncing on the bed, instead of, say, in the bathtub or sleeping. And his grandparents were chasing him into the bathtub, nope they were standing guard at the edges of the bed to prevent him from falling off.  THEY WEREN'T EVEN TRYING TO STOP HIM FROM JUMPING ON THE BED.  

In all seriousness, it was a great trip and it is wonderful to watch other people that love your little guy like you do be around him.  Its good for them and it is good for him, which means it is good for us.  We had a wonderful time and Isaac Anthony promptly returned to his good boy routine upon touch down in Massachusetts.  

Everyone needs a little indulgence in their life.    

Isaac is pretty good at quite a few things.  He is very good at walking and running.  He is practically an expert in making beep beep noises.  He is a well above par couch jumper.  But there one thing that he is probably the best in the world at--being a snack detective. 

What is a snack detective you ask?  It is someone that uses keen observation and logical analysis to determine when you have been sneaking a few bites of some unknown snack food. 

Here is a typical scenario.  Dad gets home from work and Mom is in the kitchen and Isaac is in the train room playing.  He is running around paying no attention to me, so I decide to quickly go into the snack closet and grab a tiny morsel of sweet or salty deliciousness.  I usually consume said snack well outside of Isaac's presence, sometimes even going upstairs to avoid detection.  After I have consumed the snack and usually changed out of work clothes I go in to the train room.  At this point Isaac will wrinkle his brow and give me a scornful look.  He will then point to his mouth and say "Num nums?"  I'll usually respond with "No wait until dinner."  Then he will point out "What in your mouth?"

Busted by Isaac Anthony, snack detective.