thoughts from Isaac

Isaac is a complex little guy with a lot of emotion.
I feel like, sometimes, he doesn't know what to do with it all.
So he has been encouraged to write / journal.
Here is the latest note to us.

as written, (exactly) by Isaac:
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Jan.6.2011

Dear Parents,

I wish chould have less homework and chorer because it takes time away from my day.  I don't get to do the things I enjoy like playing and reading and resting and wondering.
The chores get in the way after homework.  I've been mean latly because I don't get to play or do any of these things very much.  I get to much homework and it makes me scream and yell and all of that stuff and makes me lose time.  our rules are to strict and drive me crazy.  I've always wanted to play Call of duty: world at war but you say, "NO" becuase "It's an "M" game."  I've been angry latly and I want you to consider this greatly and carfuly with concern.

                                                                                           Love,
                                                                                           Isaac

Epic breakfast

A long time ago

in a Galaxy far,

far away,

a Jedi master chef created an EPIC breakfast

to unleash the power of his Padawan. 

Using the force,

he created three pancake molds

in honor of

their favorite galactic heroes and villains. 

Okay, the real story is, that Mike's mom used to make pancakes into shapes when he and his brother and sister were kids.  She got our boys some pancake molds when they were little and the tradition continued.  Mike would get up with the boys on Saturday mornings and make Daddycakes.  They were letters and all kinds of shapes. 

Continuing with the tradition, our great friends the Medved's sent these to us for Christmas.

Thus, the Galactic Breakfast in honor of Isaac's birthday!

yoda

darth

Storm trooper

Diet coke and mentos

Isaac's 11th birthday science extravaganza!!!!

I thought the boys would be super excited about soda spraying all over the place.

But they were more excited about playing with "Mars Mud"

A combination of corn starch and colored water.

Those videos in the next post

Happy Birthday Isaac!

almost 11

Isaac started planning his birthday plans here.

On Friday afternoon, we picked up a couple friends and headed to the bowling alley.

Isaac's buddy Daniel

                                                                    Isaac's buddy Matthew

                                                       and the birthday boy


After bowling........home for WWII cake. and a few gifts.

Thank you Daniel and Matthew!

This is the last day that you will be 10.

We love you Isaac!
Mom and Dad

Christmas Eve 2010

Isaac playing Wii Sing-it

Isaac, Isaac, Isaac

I realize that almost all of the post about Isaac are of things he says....

but really, he just cracks me up.

Yesterday, we were riding in the van on a "somewhat" long drive (that's a relative term in Guam)
and he asked me if I was glad I had all boys.

Of course, I said yes.......

and he said, "Do you think boys are easier than girls?"

Again, yes

"WHY?"

"I think girls are more dramatic"

He thought about that for a bit and then replied, 
"Am I an exception to that?"



Love you Isaac...........even when you are too dramatic!  :)

weekly funny

Isaac has turned into a kid I never imagined.

He was a crazy, busy toddler and never seemed to stay in one place for more than 20 seconds.

Now he is a total book worm and reads for hours.

He was so silly as a little guy,  that I thought he would be my class clown.

Instead, he is the class brain.

He uses vocabulary words that I don't use, (and some I don't know the meaning of)

He could probably stump the average history teacher on WWII facts.

And I feel certain that he could win, "Are you Smarter Than a 5th Grader"
except that he IS a 5th grader, and the show is for adults.

I joke with him that he is 10 going on 40. 

He takes things very serious.

So when I saw him reading a book titled, "How to Fight a Girl"

I questioned him.

"Isaac, where did you get that book?"

He misunderstood my tone and quickly replied,

"Mom, it's not an instructional book, it's just fiction.  My teacher gave it to me."