Our cute little stinker--Isaac!

You see 20 garbage bags pulled and piled, a bag of potatoes (you don’t see the potatoes with cute little bites taken out of them, but they do exist), and a good length of paper towels rolled out along the floor.

What did I see?

5 whole minutes without this sad face clinging to my legs while I did the dishes—priceless.

Isn’t he cute—even with dispair upon his face?!

There isn’t much mess that isn’t worth that bit of happy baby time while I accomplish something.

I did, however, have to draw the line this afternoon at EATING A DRIED DEAD SNAIL COVERED IN A HUNDRED LITTLE ANTS!

I was reading a book on the porch while Isaac and the boys played outside. He walked out of my view for a few seconds. I asked Eli what Isaac was doing. He looked over and said, “He is eating something.” (of course). That was quickly followed with a cry of, “It’s a snail, mom!!”
I am known for allowing crazy things to continue while I run and grab the camera for a photo, but even I couldn’t justify it this time. I jumped up, ran over, pulled the huge mouthful of snail-in-shell out of his ant-covered mouth and just grossed out for a minute. I guess that dead, sun-baked snail covered in protein rich ants could be a sort of delicacy, but. . .

Cute little stinker!