In the kitchen

Everything fun happens in the kitchen. At least according to me, because there is food there. Isaac's favorite new place to scoot around in is, of course, the food-nexxus. Here he is playing with his new toy, the dishwasher, which he finds highly entertaining because the lowered door is a great height for him to pull up on. But more often than not, he is content to just Swiffer the floor for us with his knees.

Another thing he likes to do is to make a beeline for the cat food dish. Each morning, cat-brother gets a small aliquot of "soft food". Right after Isaac started army-crawling, I made the mistake of putting cat-brother's food dish, full of fresh and juicy processed fish guts, down on the kitchen floor while Isaac lingered on the kitchen perimeter. I turned to pour myself a glass of OJ. I turned back around just in time to see Isaac tentatively place his widespread palm gingerly, cautiously, onto the surface of the kitty chum. Grrrr-ross. Needless to say, I now schedule our morning kitchen time such that cat-brother has to suffer without his soft food until Isaac and I are done in the kitchen.