Thursday, May 15, 2014

Hello again

It has been over a year since my last post.

A year. Wow.

I'm not sure how to feel about that, other than to say that I definitely needed the break. In fact, I took a break from just about everything then. So much has happened in this year. Isaiah and I have made friends, lost some, and even made an enemy (more on that another time). We've  had some amazing times, and some awful ones, and we've grown a lot as individuals and together.

I'll hopefully be posting about once a week or more from now on, but my first post will be the same as my last one, a year's (ish.. condensed version of what I have written down) worth of "Isaiah-isms."

So, on to the "Isaiah-isms":

Did you know that dinosaurs like the T Rex and the corithosaurus (sp) died when the volcanoes were flowing?

Mommy, did you know that some caterpillars can spend 17 days in his cocoon? A real, live caterpillar?



Did you know that the elephant is the strongest herbivore since the dinosaurs died? But the hippo is heavier.



We put it all together! Are you kidding me?! We should rule the world!!

Him: Can I sleep in your bed?
Me: No, but I'll come cuddle with you for a minute.
Him: (pouting) But I want to keep you.
Me: Why?
Him: Because you help me sleep and have good dreams.
  

Him: Mommy, does 4 mean stop? 
Me: No. 
Him: What about stop signs?
Me: They have 8 sides. 
Him: But they have 4 letters inside them. 

I took a baseball away from Isaiah. His response?
"Fine, then I'm not going to give you any sleep tonight."


Isaiah has informed me that after Christmas, he wants 2 sisters and 2 brothers. Yeah... good luck with that, kid.

He complained that one of the boys threw a toy at him. I asked if he was bleeding. (He wasn't)
His response: "Jesus saw me bleeding"
 
 
 


On the phone with my dad: "I was wondering... after I get up from my nap, can I come over so mommy can make more cookies?"

Isaiah: What are you doing, Mommy?
Me: Going upstairs to go potty.
Isaiah: Don't let the cows bite you.
Me: ....Okay.
 
 


I'm fast because I have a big powerful engine in me.
Well, I'm made of concrete. I'll never break.
 

"No, no, no. Underwear don't go in the dishwasher."

Isaiah: Mommy, my pweeno is broken!
Me: Your what is broken?
Isaiah: My pweeno!
Go upstairs and see the legs to his little piano came off the base. Oh. Piano.
 
 

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Just a few Isaiah-isms

Isaiah is definitely starting to show his inner workings lately. He remembers so much stuff that people say or do, which really surprises me when he brings it up, because I barely remember it myself. Also, he comes up with some stuff that I know I've never said and it's also hilarious to hear him say them. So here are some things he's said lately that I remember/thought to write down:

"Isaiah: Shhh, Mommy. You'll wake the trees up."

He asked a few weeks ago why the trees didn't have leaves on them. I said they hibernate/sleep through winter, so they don't have leaves until Spring. So now that we're learning about Spring, we talked about how the trees will wake up and get leaves when they're ready.

"B*, you're a riding turtle"

Said to my little sister, as he put a pillow "saddle" on her while she was laying on the floor.

"Papa you need a little kid come with you. A special little kid. That little kid is me."

Said to my dad as he was packing to leave for a funeral in North Carolina.


"N*, what are you doing? I'm trying to be a cow, but I can't!"

Said while pretending to talk to my brother in law on a play phone. N* works on a dairy farm.

"NO!! We're never going to get there! It's too far!"


Said (in a distraught voice) to my mom while she was driving him to church for Awana. 

"I'm going to call my Mama 'cause you are NOT listening."

I guess you can infer why he was saying this. He was not getting his way. Haha.
 
"Let's sing the 'Jesus Uh-Ah' song."

Aka, Jesus Messiah. Isaiah's favorite song for us to sing/Papa to play. He has since learned to say the full name. Just another part of growing up. Sigh. 

"You're my hero, red tractor."

Isaiah was playing with his tractors and I overheard "them" talking. John Deere tractor to Case IH tractor. Haha. 

*I don't put anyone's name on here unless they tell me I can. Just the first letter. Deal with it.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

My day in a nutshell

Isaiah was wonderful all morning.

Then we went to Robeks to meet K for him to be all lawyerly and sign a paper for me.
When we got halfway there, I realized I had forgotten said paper. So we went back home, got the paper, and then came back to Robeks, late.

Then there was an irate woman in front of us causing a fuss about some giftcards, she took 20 minutes, which got us free smoothies, but made K even later to meet his wife. (Oops, sorry!!)

Then I got the paperwork notarized, went to the courthouse and found out (after being sent in all different directions) that I needed Isaiah's birth certificate.

So off we went to my parents' house, got the birth certificate, and back to the courthouse we went. I said goodbye to $117 of my money (and another $35 soon to follow), and hello to a court date in May to change Isaiah's last name to mine. Then went back to mom and dad's house, dad took Isaiah and I went to class, then church, where Isaiah was a nut so we had to leave early.

And now, I'm supposed to be studying for an exam that I need to take in 8 hours. At least it's over stuff I learned in two other classes I took last year.

So, now I will leave you with this wonderful robot I made from "chocolate" (honey and cocoa powder, but don't tell Isaiah that) on Isaiah's PB&J sandwich.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Mamatography Week 8

mtbadge2This post is part of the Mamatography 2013 Project with Diary of a First Child and Momma Jorje. We are taking (at least) a photo a day to keep a record of our year. Join us at any point during the year and start sharing your own daily photos!

45:  Isaiah's Valentines all done. The idea came from Jill at Baby Rabies. She even gave a free printable to go with it.


46: Being a construction guy has become Isaiah's favorite thing. So much so we have to keep a construction hat and measuring tape in the car for after school. Before he can be buckled up, he has to measure the car seat.

47: Eating spaghetti is something Isaiah almost never does. At least with red sauce. This was taken after he ate all his chicken.



48: Dinner at my mom's house. She tried a new chicken recipe, kind of like shake and bake, with Parmesan cheese, bread crumbs, and some spices.


 
49: Isaiah's handiwork. Self portrait of his night clothes.



50: My construction guy passed out cross legged in his seat.



51: Someone took a bite out of all the cookies that were on the cooling rack. This doesn't show that he ate 5 other cookies (I only had one before he got to them).


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Without further ado, here are the Mamatography 2013 participants!

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

My Storyteller

Lately, Isaiah has begun inventing lots and lots of stories. He takes everything in our ordinary life and weaves it into an exciting tale.

Take Sunday afternoon: He was eating chips (Snyder's of Berlin Bar-B-Q chips are his favorite right now) and he decided that wasn't exciting enough. Thus began the tale of the bunny rabbit's quest for delicious potato chips.

But the real story, and the one I'm going to type out for you, is his bedtime story. The other night, after reading a short book to him, Isaiah decided that wasn't enough. He wanted to tell me a bedtime story, too. I'm going to write it exactly how it was said, or at least approximately. So here it is:

Once upon a time...
There was a monster named Bob. He had one eye. And he was blue and furry with long arms!
(Me: What kind of monster was Bob?)
He was a Tickle Monster!!
But he was a nice tickle monster.
He liked to tickle people and make them laugh. It made him feel much better when they laugh.
(Me: What happened next?)
He left his house to find someone to tickle. He saw a boy in a blue shirt.
He said, "Hmm... I'm going to tickle that boy."
(Me: Did he tickle him?)
No! He went to the little boy, but the little boy said, "Oh No! Please don't tickle me, I don't like it."
(Me: Oh, so what did he do?)
He saw another little boy in a red shirt. He asked the boy if he could tickle him. and he said, "Okay"
So he tickled him, and the little boy laughed. And Bob felt better.
(Me: So then what happened?)
He went home, because he was all better.
And he went to bed. Because he was tired.


The End.