In early September, Isaiah and I visited David's apartment, where Joe was staying and David was not. David was in Utah at a training for the Army Reserve. Joe was living at David's place Monday through Friday and working at his new job with Briol and Associates, then coming back to the farm on the weekends. Isaiah and I were there in an attempt to secure housing and reunite our family Monday through Friday.
While at David's house, Isaiah, who was just 10 days shy of being three months old, just made himself right at home.
He played with the knives,
and army guys,
and tackled lionesses,
and tried to cook on the stovetop, and thusly needed the nearby first aid kit (that must be why David keeps it by the stove),
There was no end to his shenanigans.
Needless to say, he was very upset when we finally put our foot down and told him to stop.
It's understandable. It was the best time he'd had in nearly three months.
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