Cute, Moogers, and Jesus

Isabelle is getting funnier and funnier the more she can talk. Today was no exception.

So this morning getting ready for church, Isabelle wanted to wear a bow. Over the last few months her hair has really fallen out and she doesn't have enough to even try. She found one of her infant headband things. I put a bow on it and called it good. She looked ridiculous, but whatever. She walked into nursery, pointed to her head and said, "Cute!" with some attitude and marched for the dolls. She kept talking about it and that she was cute the whole 2 hours randomly.

After church and naps, she was being disobedient and had a time out. I always give her a hug and kiss at the end of time out. At the end, I said, "What do you need to give mom?" She stuck her finger in her nose and said, "A Mooger!" (Translation - booger) She removed the booger and wiped it on my shirt.

Cleaning up dinner tonight, she was just in a diaper and t-shirt. She came up to me "Yucky, Mommy." I looked down and she had poop on her fingers. I asked, "Where did this poop come from?" She responded, "JESUS!"

This kids cracks me up

So for Easter, Isabelle got this hat, purse, gloves, sunglasses, and tea set. She wasn't very interested in it at all until just a few weeks ago. Now we are seen all over the place with the hat and purse. She puts her baby bottles or cards in her purse to carry around. She can't go to her friends houses without her hat. She gets her shoes, socks, jacket, and hat on to go places. I love it on her. It's so dang cute, "tute" as she calls it. She kinda looks like an old lady, especially when she has the gloves on too, but I love it.

This was the conversation I had with her dressed like this when she was being ridiculously funny.
"You are being so silly. You're a silly silly goose."
"No, Duck."
"You're being a silly duck?"
"Yep, QUACK, QUACK."

Since then she will just honk or quack at me randomly for me to tell her she's a silly goose or duck. What a nut! She definitely keeps us laughing around here.

The Grandpa Date

Mike's dad loves to take the grandkids to the dollar store and let them pick ANY one item in the whole store. The kids think this is a hoot. I call it the grandpa date. Isabelle got to go on her first grandpa date this week and this was the toy of choice, a random baton-ish type toy. So far she hasn't been too vicious with it. He also splurged and got her a box of cookies all for herself. She walks around with her new toy saying, "new toy from grandpa." I love this little tradition and the kids just love grandpa for it.

FREEZING!!!!!!!!!

Isabelle loves to take showers or baths. Every morning when I'm in the shower, she is either in the shower with me, or screaming to be in the shower with me. Either way, it's not a peaceful experience. However, after she gets out, wrapped up in her towel she starts yelling, "FREEZING!!!! TOVERS!!!!" Translation: "freezing, covers." Ever since she was little, when she took a bath, I would put a diaper on her and put her in bed with Mike to snuggle up and get warm for a few minutes. Now even though Mike isn't usually home during bath time, she still loves to snuggle on Mike's pillow for a few minutes to warm up.

Cousin visit

These pictures are out of order, but I don't feel like fixing them, so here they are. My brother and his wife and 3 kids came for a quick weekend visit last week. They have a little girl, Sydney, 6 months older than Izzy and they had a blast. They finally actually played together, instead of just playing next to each other or fighting for 3 days straight. The best part of cousins coming is all the new "tricks" that get passed. Isabelle is now a pro at exiting the house via dog door, throwing very heavy objects down the stairs, and chalking on the house. I'm sure Sydney also has some fun new tricks she's been showing off at home.

The girls took a bath in my great big tub one night and didn't want to get out even well after pruny time. Afterward, they snuggled up with their milk and blankies to some good old "Mary Poppins."



We spent a morning at Thanksgiving Point Farm Country in hopes all 4 children would love it. Isabelle and Sydney, did but Kali was a little grumpy and Nick was oblivious, but happy.

Here is Isabelle trying to give Kali a kiss to make her feel better. It obviously did a lot of good.



Izzy spent most of the time trying to push either Kali or Nick's stroller. Isn't she so helpful?!



Izzy and Sydney liked pushing the same stroller together. SO cute!



The trip is not complete without a pony ride and a cheesy smiley picture.


The three hooligans, Sydney, Danny, and Isabelle, behind bars!



She kept calling this baby horse, Jake. Yes, her dog is actually bigger than this small horse, however our dog is black, so I'm not sure what she was thinking, other than little horses are really dogs.


We had a great time staying up too late and hanging out. Isabelle had a great time with all 3 cousins. Taking toys and kisses to Kali, trying to pick up Nick, who she called, "Nock," and getting to play kitchen with Sydney. They also brought their golden retriever, so Jake was in heaven with a playmate. We always love when they come to visit.

CORN!

Isabelle LOVES corn on the cob. She will eat as much corn on the cob as we will let her. She has loved this summer.

My little Mommy

Isabelle and her babies are fascinating to watch. She is already such a little mother. She takes pristine care of them with feeding, naps, diaper changes, stories, songs etc. even play time under the tummy time gym! She has two specific favorites. They are a set of twin dolls she got for Christmas from Santa. The blue one has been named "Sarah" for quite a few months now after her cousin and the purple one was "Baby." A few weeks ago Isabelle asked me where Abby was. I looked at her shocked and confused. Abby is what we were going to name our baby if it was a girl, but we haven't talked about that for months since we're having a boy. I told her I didn't know where Abby was and then later she came to me with her purple baby excited, "Abby!" So now they are both named. Sarah and Abby. They each have their own bottles color coded as well, and they CANNOT get mixed up. I was getting dinner ready and she informed me Sarah was hungry. I looked over and saw Sarah in Isabelle's high chair with a chair pulled up right in front. She then asked me for milk and apples to feed Sarah.

In nursery there are 3 dolls that she will not let anyone else play with. In fact, there is a cupboard with nothing in it that she will hide the babies in so no one else can play with them. She's a hoarder when it comes to dolls and food. At home, anytime she's getting into something she shouldn't, I just have to say, "Oh no! Your babies are crying." She gets this funny look on her face and runs off to go check on them. Unfortunately she often comes back quickly saying, "Ok. Shhhh. Sleeping." And then continues finding lotion-ie shampoo, hand soap, sun screen, toothpaste etc- in my bathroom. She also has recently started just telling me, "Not crying." and continuing on her curoiousness. I just love to watch her. It's getting even more fun as she's talking so much more. It's funny to listen to the things a 2 year old says to her dolls. She's going to be so helpful as a big sister.

Swimming!!!!

So I finally downloaded my camera and am going back looking at all my pictures. This was in July. We have a pool in our neighborhood and we spent the summer swimming almost daily. One day she wanted to go swimming and it was really nap time. She put on her little floatie all by herself and said she wanted to go swimming. She stood at the door throwing a fit trying to open it up.

BUG! BIG!

So Isabelle and I were at Wal-Mart on Monday. It was a normal shopping trip until the excitement at the check out stand. All of a sudden out of no where a HUGE praying mantis was on our cart. It was on the top outside of our basket a bit past the kid seat. I'm not scared of bugs (thanks to my great Texan upbringing) but it startled me. I mentioned it to the checker (who I really think was lacking some mental capacity) and he just said, "Yeah, they like the carts." Without even looking at me or offering to get rid of it. At this point Isabelle is yelling, "BUG!!! BIG!!!" over and over again. I told her to just watch it until we got outside to get rid of it. She turned in her little seat and watched the bug maneuver his way around to the back of the basket. He was right on top, front and center. She was going crazy! It was hilarious. We had gotten the oil changed in the truck, so it wasn't a quick exit, we had to make our way back through the store. The entire ride, Isabelle continued to yell, "BUG!!! BIG!!!" and started adding other words to the situation, "Cart!" "Shopping!" "Whoa!" while facing the wrong direction in the seat. We made it outside and flicked him off the cart and continued our day.

We got home and she was still so excited about the bug we called grandma. I thought this would be the end of the experience minus some adventurous dinner conversation when Dad got home from work. HOWEVER......she still can't stop talking about the big bug shopping. Every time we drive by wal-mart she starts screaming again "SHOPPING!!! BIG BUG!!!!" Randomly she'll be playing with her dolls and start talking about the big bug shopping...it's so strange. We went back to wal-mart today and she kept looking for the bug. She was very disappointed when we didn't find one. "No big bug shopping." she said, very disappointed, as we got back in the car. Apparently she was quite moved by the praying mantis. Who'd have thought?

How many people does it take to change a light bulb?

3! Well, one adult, one toddler, and a dog. I was making breakfast and looked over and saw this. I tought it was cute. She dragged her little chair over and stood just like dad. So helpful. And yes, jammies and shoes again.





Isabelle's new favorite phrase is "I help." or "I do it." I never thought so few words could irritate me quite so much. I love that she's learning new things, but I have very little patience pregnant. I often feel bad I get so impatient with her and can't wait to be my old mostly patient self again in a few short months. LOTS of deep breaths later, she has learned to get dressed and undressed a little bit by her self. She brushes her teeth, washes her hands, sits on the potty, soaps herself in the shower/bath, gets in and out of her high chair, eats cereal in a bowl with milk, opens doors, blows her nose, makes her bed and mine, helps with the laundry, buckles herself in her car seat....the list goes on and on. Granted most of these things she does still need a little bit of help with, but she's on her way to being a fully functioning, independent kid. I can't believe it! She is such a happy kid and so forgiving to her poor mother. On my rough days, she so sweetly gives me lots of hugs and kisses, pats me on the back and says, "I sorry, Mommy." I'm such a lucky mom!