Isaiah's Adventures: March Madness (Literally :0)

Crazy busy best describes March. Daddy was enthralled by the actual March Madness college basketball competitions, even creating a final four bracket for a work competition. It is looking like he picked well - he might even win the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

I was all over the place in March. I stayed with Grandma and Grandpa Stewart while mom and dad finished painting our remodeled bathroom. I got to go see logging equipment, search for frogs and play outside in the woods. The best part of the whole deal was that I didn't have to smell noxious paint fumes for 5 days. Mom came to join the visit in early March. She and I spent lots of time tromping through the woods and while I napped, she made me a new bib - it's amazing. I never get dirty anymore, at least not when I eat.

After a great visit at the property I departed to the west side of Washington state for a visit with family. Cousins Zack, Isaac and I played like crazy. Crazy was the word for our visits. We had fun and got a little rambunctious, just like boys do. Then it was up to Anacortes for a quick visit with uncle Kit, aunt Chelsea, their chickens, aunt Lacey, aunt Scooter and grandma. After thoroughly frightening the chickens, I watched aunt Chelsea open up some presents and then we headed back home to Montana to sleep for a week. Whew!

Daddy is the proud owner of this new tool box. THANK YOU Christmas!!! He can organize his tools to his hearts content. He now appears to be a happily organized project man.

Does that room need some paint or what!?

Taking a break from the paint fumes to venture to Traveler's Rest was in order after three days of hard work. Mom and dad got to see the place where Lewis and Clark camped right before they began their trek over the Rocky Mountains. Historians identified the location using organic matter found in the latrines. Who knew archaeology could be such dirty work?

Whoa! Where did this room come from? Now that is what I call a major improvement.

Grandma look! I found a rock and you must look at it. Then I must pick it up, carry it around and...oh, grandma, there's another rock. We much look at it. Then I must pick it up....

Now how did I get up here? Oh right, I flew, no, I jumped, no, I climbed. Now where did everyone go? Are they going to leave me here? I seem to be stuck. If only I could transfigure (Harry Potter fans smile) this tree into a slide.

I whipped out these treats for the dogs in about 10 minutes flat. They were so excited they drooled small lakes all over the sunroom.

Cattails are where it's at! They function well as swashbuckling hero material and they can be blown like a dandelion. They also serve well as an aid in hibernating frog discovery. Who knew!?

I've got him this time, that frog doesn't stand a chance. I will capture and keep him, at least until I see the next cool rock.

Paul Anderson, grandpa and mommy went for a bike ride along the sunny Columbia.

Northeastern Washington really can be breathtaking.

Wheeeee!!!

Piggyback rides are now en vogue. I don't know why everyone doesn't insist on being carried around like this. It is a positively divine form of transportation.