Isaiah has been all about conquering new territory and discovering new "places of interest" all around our house. Unfortunately he was unable to clear the tiny space with his precious face while trying to free himself from back behind our 30 gallon fish tank and the stand it sits on. The story goes something like this: Isaiah is playing nicely in the living room with a few of his toys. I decide I should be somewhat productive with my day and go to gather a load of dirty towels to launder. While BRIEFLY upstairs I hear this horrid scream from Isaiah aka "Rambo" and freakishly question if my son has just electrocuted himself!?! I come running downstairs to find him slithering his way out from behind the fish tank stand. He cries for a few moments but then becomes preoccupied when we sit down on the front room couch where Quincy happens to be basking in the Spring sun. Rambo has yet to be defeated!!!!
