Isaac is 18 months old this week. What a little man! He's a tornado of destruction (in a very lovable way) and brings laughter to our lives every day.
Things he likes: his blanket(s), nesting blocks, loud noises, animals, jumping on the trampoline, raisins, balls (especially golf balls right now), his brothers' legos, Lucca's kisses, screaming, crayons (for throwing, not for coloring), pots and pans (for throwing and banging), the kids' plastic dishware (again, for throwing), our magnetic ABC letters (throwing), rejected food (for throwing - do you sense a pattern here?), and just about anything else that can sail through the air.
Thing he doesn't like: baths, socks, shoes, hoods, hats, his brothers getting in his personal space, being told, "no" (the toddler in him is coming out), order, organization (at least I assume this is why he's intent on tearing apart every drawer and cupboard he can).
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