Anyhow, I'm back. Please, stop all the cheering, you're embarrassing me!
Speaking of cheering, I've decided that I need to keep making kids until I've got a complete cheering squad formed. I'm kidding there - NO MORE KIDS NEEDED. The three I've got already are way noisier than an entire squad anyhow.
But they are seriously supportive. Just yesterday we were all dancing to a bunch of Beyonce videos playing on FUSE, and Izzy started imitating my moves.
"Don't do what I do," I told him, "Dance like her instead!"
"But I love how you dance, mom!"
"Thank you, sweetie, but I do not dance well. If you want to learn how to dance, you need to watch how famous singers and dancers move, NOT me."
"Mommy, that's just not true," he tells me, then his face lights up with his next fabulous idea: "When you go back to work, you should get a job as a famous dancer! You'd be GREAT!"
Those of you who've been reading this blog for a long time might remember that way back when, when Izzy's problems with the Catholic preschool were just beginning and the priest called us in for a meeting, Chris's dad was completely sure that it was to tell us that Izzy was so smart he needed to be with an older class. Chris said that every kid needed someone who believed in them that much, that really and truly thinks that they are awesome.
Every mommy also needs a kid like Izzy. Maybe I'm not really the world's most awesome dancer, (Notice I said maybe. I'm still not positive about that point.) but gosh golly it's nice that someone else recognizes my brilliance at choreography for the gift that it is.
I mean, how many other moms are able to influence their kids like this - and keep in mind, I did not deliberately teach him to move like this, he just ABSORBED it:
We're a gifted people.