Ask Isaiah

Last week I asked you to send me questions for Isaiah to answer, here are a few of his answers...


(Ignore the messy bedroom...remember, we're in the process of remodeling and moving. Our house is in a constant state of mess.)







Let me just tell you that Isaiah LOVED answering the questions...he was asking for more.  So, keep them coming!  I still have some more that I'll post next week.  If you have a question for him...or just a topic you want him to talk about...leave it in the comments or email me!

Hope you're all have a great day!

Love and Rockets,
jennykate♥

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The Things Isaiah Says - Part 1

We've all discussed how fast time FLIES by and how we would like a pause button...or a rewind. 

So, for posterity sake, I'm going to start posting a semi-regular post of things that Isaiah says.  That way one of these days when I'm old and senile, I can come to "The Internets" and read about the things that my mind can no longer remember...perhaps even print them off one day and put them together in a little book or something.

There won't be any rhyme or reason.  Just random everyday sayings and happenings.

If you are friends with me on "The Facebook", you might have read these already, but just humor me.  Mkay?.

After a long day
Me:  Isaiah, why don't you make us some dinner.
Isaiah:  Mom, I can't.  I'm not supposed to use the stove.
Me:  Well, it's ok just this once.  Maybe you can whip us up some grilled cheeses.
Isaiah:  MOM.  I don't know how.  I'm just a kid.
Me:  You've seen me do it enough.  I think you can manage.
Isaiah:  I'm not a cook.  I'm an artist.

Do not call DHS or CPS.  We do not allow our 7 year old to cook on the stove (unattended).  I was being facetious.

Valentine's Day
Meemo (my mom):  Isaiah you should open your Valentine's Day card.
Isaiah:  Why don't you read it for me.
Meemo:  I'm pretty sure you can read it yourself.
Isaiah:  Meemo, I'm not a reader.  I'm an artist.

Clearly.  He's an artist.

At El Chico's - while ordering our meals...with the waitress at the table
Isaiah: (takes a large drink of Sprite) BUUUUURRRRRPPPPP.
Me: (horrified) WHAT do you say??
Isaiah: Excuuuuuuuseeeee me.  Good thing it came out that end and not the other.

No matter what his dad says, I did NOT teach him that.

And lastly, he likes to play...


(Note: Ignore the gaping whole in our wall.  We're under construction, people!)

Any questions you would like to ask Isaiah??  I'm going to do a segment once a week (or two...it might start to get boring) titled Ask Isaiah.  So, if you have questions you want me to ask him, leave them in the comments or email them to me @ jennykate77(at)gmail(dot)com. 

Thanks!

Love and Rockets,
jennykate♥