...life with Isabella

This post is for Isabella's Mom, just so she knows we've got a handle on her...sort of. I wonder if there is a market for precocious five-year-olds? I'll check with Ebay.

Day 1: On the way down, while listening to KIDS on satellite, we heard a new version of an old song. Apparently, it is now politically correct to sing, "Baa Baa White Sheep". Gheez. Have we taken this a little too far? I suspect that when the rhyme was first written, the wool from a black sheep was far more valuable than that of a white sheep. Besides, baa and baa goes far better with black than white. White loses the rhythm, somehow; but, we all know that, don't we?

Her first "job" was to help papaw picking up sticks in the yard. He kept her busy for quite a while. I think we might burn the debris tonight and have a bonfire with hotdogs and marshmallows. Isabella is concerned because we don't have a table down there. For a snack, later, she had five pieces of bread, without the crusts, and strawberries. OK. A little strange for my taste. We watched a "Scooby Doo", of course, and "The Last Unicorn". She crashed about 10:30, with Duncan at her feet. It's quiet right now, but I suspect that will change in a few minutes!

Day 2: Up early, of course. Breakfast is 2 bowls of rice crispies, one bowl of oatmeal, bread, grapes and milk over a period of an hour, in between cartoons and lite-brite. Off to the park and Isabella makes a new friend, Jazz'mea. Back home and work in the garden with her garden tools. Lunch is at Subway with her being very polite and ordering her own sandwich and cookie. She now searches her own movies and shows on the remote and knows how to rewind to watch those ever so funny shots, like Scooby farting. OK. OH, yeah, it was Scooby Doo 2 tonight. She crashed a bit earlier tonight, with papaw right behind her.