Of Ants and Skulls
So several peculiarities about Isaac's turbo-imagination have emerged in recent weeks.
The first is the ongoing discussion between the "good ants" and the "bad ants".

Isaac is extremely sensitive to the concepts of right and wrong. So in order to sort things out in his mind, he acts out little morality plays - often while in the car seat, that involve him just having discussions (including all appropriate voices) between the good ants and the bad ants.

"Don't steal the fire truck from the good ants" he'll say in a high pitched voice.
"But we want the fire truck" he'll reply in a *deep* growly voice.
And back and forth, until the Bad ants end up getting vanquishe somehow.

This whole discussion took on new meaning recently when he started referring to his hands as his 'ants'. Admittedly, when you're three, the two words sound similar. But what I anticipate (if it hasn't happened already) is him blaming "bad ants" for doing things, when in fact it was his hands (i.e. HIM) that perpetrated the offense in the first place.

So ants are complex.

Then comes the Skulls. He was in the tub the other night, and looked down at all the bruises on his legs, and said "Wow, look at all the Skull bites." So he isn't a clumsly little boy prone to walking into things and falling down alot, he is in fact the victim of a vicious skull that bites him when he's sleeping. I'm not sure what kind of skull it is - I'm hoping a mouse skull, or maybe a vole. Hopefully it's not a badger, or God help us a Tyrannosaurus.

So Skulls are complex too.

Meanwhile, in Sam land, the Down Syndrome Clinic therapist came to see him yesterday, and was very impressed with how well he's doing. She is going to work with him in the next few weeks to get him up and crawling and sitting up on his own. She left though, with Sam laughing and giggling, and smiling his huge one-toothed smile, and said "I'm really looking forward to working with him."

Because, of course, he is a total charmer. Which, of course, he comes by honesly. :)