Living with Izzy is like living in our very own sitcom 24/7. Only a REALLY, REALLY funny good one. And one with lunatic parents.
This morning while we were eating our bowls of organic whole bran and wheat cereals - and they were scrumptious - Izzy kept stopping and looking up at me with a giant cheesy grin and his eyes all squinched up. It's the funniest face ever. The picture below isn't very good, but you can see that it is a very funny face, at least. So I started making the same face back, then we would crack up, and do it all over again. That is such a magical moment, sharing a laugh with your baby.
I'm back now. I just had a moment of mommy premonition and when I glanced across the room towards the front door, Izzy, Gammie, Deltie, and Crony Bob were all looking back at me. Izzy had picked up the jar of cat treats and was feeding himself and the animals some treats. I went over and took it from him, which broke his heart and forced him to pound his self in the head with his fists. He has a hard life. He just now walked over to me and laid his head on my leg and hugged me tight. He is so loving and sweet.
And funny. Back to my story. So we finish breakfast, which results in his dumping his bowl across the table, standing up in his high chair, then proudly looking over his creation. Then I feed the dogs and come over to the computer to send Chris a message. Izzy takes this great opportunity and runs over to the dog bowls, which are now empty although neither he or I knows this yet. I grab him up and I say, "No eat. That's dog food. You're a baby. You eat baby food." He smiles up at me with his mouth tightly clenched together. I put my hand under his chin and I say, "Spit the dog food out, honey. Makes babies sick." He refuses for a few seconds, then he opens his mouth wide and says, "ARRRRGHHHH!!!" It was so freaking hilarious!!! He was just teasing me.
He ran off to the kitchen and I followed along quietly behind. One of our favorite games is for someone to sneak up on him. I swear he likes it too. I peek my head around the edge of the swinging saloon doors between our kitchen and dining room and out of the corner of his eye he spies me. He shrieks and spins around, laughing his butt off. I then come back in here because I heard the computer ding that Chris had replied to my earlier message, and he tries to climb up into his daddy's leather recliner. He slips on the way up, and he looks at me and cracks up. I wish that everyone could do that when we slip up.
He's a riot. Right now he's gazing out the window and he looks so pensive. I thought it was because he was getting ready to go potty, but instead he was just trying to figure out how to move the table and play with the Blenko. I'm off to save my glass.....have a great weekend everyone!!!
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