Today, Isaac ...

... climbed a stroller, tipped it over, and got a bloody nose and a fat lip
... drew on the walls with crayon
... popped the orange tile out of the watercolor tray and nearly ate it (he already ate black)
... tried to unplug the microwave
... pushed a chair to the counter and grabbed a Cutco knife
... drew on the walls with crayon, again
... decided to skip his nap
... killed a bug with his finger and brought it to me
... picked three green tomatoes off of my friend's plants (sorry!)
... fished the ant poison out from under the fridge
... ate and happily spat back out handful after handful of rocks at the playground
... bit Joe's face
... ate purple sand
... drew on the walls with crayon, a third time (I know, time to find and destroy all the crayons)
... emptied Spencer's sock/undies/jammies/shoes drawer all over the bedroom floor
... pulled all the books off their bedroom bookshelf
... poked a finger into the raw chicken on the cutting board then examined that finger in "should I stick it in my mouth?" mode
... seriously contemplated snacking on a handful of raw onion but dumped it across the counter instead
... pushed a stool to the stove and began stirring our simmering dinner, twice (stool's in time-out on top of the drier now ...)
... played "ring around the rosies" to make himself dizzy while five feet off the ground on an open-sided play structure

... apparently decided he doesn't want to live to see age two.
Gotta love that dimpled, busy little boy. :)