Bear with me....I am still recuperating from my weekend sickness. Just my luck, for me and Izzy both to be sick over the weekend, but we are both on the mend now. Still tired, though, so I apologize for my lack of blogging. I do have some cute stories for you, though.
Story #1: Chris got a power washer for his birthday, which he used for three straight hours Saturday on the front of our brick-red shingles and on our astro-turfed porch. Let me say, the porch looks awesome, but I can not wait to see that water bill. No, wait...yes I can. When Chris took the power washer outside, Izzy and I were feeling pretty icky, so we were just laying in the floor, trying to decide what to do, when we decided to play with the power washer box. I put Izzy in, and then I took him out. We did this a lot. This is when he started communicating telepathically with me. Kind of. He would stare intently in my eyes, then vigorously nod his head yes. If he was in the box, I knew he wanted out, and if he was out, I knew to put him back in. It was pretty darn adorable, if I say so myself. The nodding-head method of manipulating his mother has branched out into all areas of Izzy's life now. Tonight he vigorously nodded yes to indicate that he wanted me to put him up on the couch beside me. That leads me to.....
Story #2: I love it that Izzy is such a positive little guy. The first time I saw him nod "no" was tonight after having giving him half of his dosage of Dispermox (note to other mommies of toddlers - DON'T TRY DISPERMOX!!) and when he'd had enough, because it really is gross, he shook his head from side to side. He always nods yes to everything, though. Tonight mom dropped him off at my sister the beautician, Micki, and I asked him if she had beat him with a broom to which he enthusiastically shook his head, "YES!" She then asked him if she had let him drive her car, to which he answered with another equally enthusiastic nodding of, "YES!" He's such a character. Or else my sister is nuts for letting a 14-month-old drive her car.
Story #3: We went to our usual hangout Friday night with the whole fam, and enjoyed Fish Fry Friday at Cracker Barrel. *SIGHHHH* Izzy was being a little maniac, so I asked Chris to give him the lemon from his glass of iced tea (note to all iced tea connoisseurs: Cracker Barrel has AWESOME iced tea!!!) and as soon as Izzy took the lemon in his chicken and dumpling covered fingers, he started shivering wildly and grimacing. This was before the lemon touched his lips, and yes, we all cracked up obligingly. That now means that every time we hand Izzy anything he shivers and grimaces and looks up at his adoring audience for a laugh. And laugh we do, for it is MIGHTY cute. Tonight, he grimaced ferociously and shivered all the way to his toes when I handed him a rice cake, to hold him until dinnertime.
Story #4: Izzy took off down the hall tonight, and I figured he was getting ready to do what he did over the weekend, which was to open the shower door, climb in, and play with his toys. So I followed, and he stopped at the door of the bathroom and looked over his shoulder. "Do you have to pee-pee?" I asked expectantly, knowing of course, that he just wanted me to turn on the light. "Good boy, Izzy!! What a big boy you are!" I took off his blue shorts and his wet diaper and onto the potty he went. "Mommy is going to pee-pee too!" I told him very excitedly, although, to be truthful, I rarely get excited over my bodily functions anymore. I did as I said, and Izzy clapped happily for my great achievement. Then he stood up, and HE had pee-peed too!! Oh, happy day!! "YEAH, IZZY!!! YOU PEE-PEED LIKE A BIG BOY AFTER TAKING MOMMY TO THE BATHROOM!!! LOOK AT THAT PEE-PEE!!! WHO'S DA MAN? IZZY'S DA MAN!!!" I went on and on, of course, because how awesome would it be if that was actually what he was trying to tell me?? I know, I know, typical mommy insanity... speaking of which, Izzy grabbed up a little porcelain container tonight that he's not allowed to play with, and I went over and picked him up and said, "No Izzy. That could hurt the baby." And I SWEAR I heard him say, "I bad baby." I agree with you still, there's no way Chris heard it a couple of weeks ago, or me tonight....but it sure sounded like it!
Story #5 (last one for tonight): My mom's birthday was Sunday, so my sisters and I took her and dad out to Texas Steakhouse to celebrate. We all met here at our house to car pool up, where we met our Aunt Nancy, mom's sister. Mom, dad, Maddie and Noah went in mom's car, while me, Chris, Micki and her husband, Johnny, Crystal, and Izzy went in the minivan. On the way up, Johnny was telling us that six-month-old Noah called out to him, "Dadadadadada" as he went past him. "You know," I said, "That's supposed to be the first sound most babies make, but Izzy started with 'mum, mum, mum' instead, and he didn't say 'da-da' for forever." This led to much discussion over how funny that was, yada, yada, yada, and then Crystal said from the third row of seats, where she sat beside Micki, "You know, I still don't think I've EVER heard Izzy say 'da-da' yet!" Izzy immediately said, "Da-da, da-da, da-da." Very loudly and precisely. It was freaking hilarious. That kid's already got better comedic timing than his parents.
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Speaking of which... I had to explain the style away to the pharamcist at Kroger, and then I saw a girl I hadn't seen since college. She didn't say anything about that wild hair, but I'll bet she was thinking it! Wait till I get a hold of Noah....hair bows, here we come!
Speaking to things that we could SWEAR we hear Izzy say, you should have told about him asking us where we were going on Mom's birthday. I was holding him in my arms and he looked at dad and we both could have swore that Izzy asked, "Where we going?" Dad answered, "To take Mama out for her birthday," and then we both cracked up. It was so plain and clear, but we know it couldn't have been what he was saying!
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