Isaac Livesay: Mr. Secure. Everyone loves him. He has no doubt.
Tess told me that she was annoyed at something Isaac had said and considered shooting him a dirty look to get him to drop it. I said, "Tess, Isaac would not know a dirty look meant anything. Watch this."
I called Isaac over. I glared at him. I glared at him more. I did not break my mean look. He kept smiling and looking at me, oblivious to my piercing glare. I said, "Isaac - why do you think I am looking at you this way?" He said, "Because I am beautiful and handsome!?!?!"
He interviewed one of our guests last night. We now know the favorite: color, food, number, letter, dinosaur, sea animal, transformer, ice cream ... all valuable information to have. If you ever meet Isaac, be prepared to answer these questions. Even Lydia has chosen her favorite sea animal in order to get Isaac to leave her alone already!
Last night, 4:30, Noah was in bed with us (on Troy's side) and I said, "Troy, wake-up, listen to the way he is breathing, he is going to throw up. Troy, Troy, Troy, he is going to throw up, you need to get him out of our be - (too late) dddd."
The joys of parenting. We cleaned up the mess, changed the sheets, gave Noah a shower and made him a bed on our floor. Then we laid in bed doing that thing where you wonder if you're going to be sick or if you are just grossed out of the smell stuck deep in your nasal passages.
Here he is five minutes ago. The boy who wakes at 6am every single day of his life -- sleeping at 9:20. He has less than 24 hours to recover before his birthday beach day tomorrow. The pressure on him to recover quickly is ginormous.