I just found this funny thing I wrote about Isabella almost two years ago:
Isabella is sitting on the potty yelling at me. I can’t hear her but it’s probably 3yr old profanities.
After she finished with timeout, I tell her she needs to apologize for yelling at me.
With complete insincerity she says, "I sorry for yelling at you mommy."
Instead of just accepting that and moving on I say, “Isabella it would help if you looked at me in the eye. Try saying sorry to my face”
With a quick flick over at my face she says, “I sorry to your face”
Still unsatisfied I command again, “No, look me in the face when you say you’re sorry”
Isabella, impatient with this exercise, says “I sorry for looking at your face, mommy”
And that was that.
Monday, November 22, 2010
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November 20, 2010: Walk for the Homeless
Labels: Saturday
Incase you didn't notice what Isabella wore to Brett's home here's another outfit she put together
Those yellow shorts are called booty pants. She's supposed to wear them under her dresses in the summer time. Even though it's not exactly fashionable I do think she's got an eye for colour and a certain flare I'd hate to extinguish. So yes, in case you're wondering, I do let her out looking like this.
So... what do you think is going on in this picture?
Labels: Isabella
Saturday with Brett
We visited Brett [Willy's friend from work] on Nov 13. I was having anxious heart palpitations because 1.) I always feel awkward around people I hardly know and 2.) Brett told Willy that her man yells at children if they get out of line. To help myself laugh my nervousness away I told Willy to tell Brett that our children yell at adults, but he wouldn't.
For lunch Brett served a delicious white bean vegetable soup AND Caesar salad pizza. Sounds novel right? Brett even made her own dressing. The whole meal was very very good. Although some critics believe the pizza should be renamed: Caesar salad with bread. Underneath maybe? Ha! Nevertheless I have stolen the dough recipe. It's light and flaky and ready in only one hour! I should just mention that Brett had sparkly apple juice and a cheese plate too. She's the ultimate hostess.
Afterwards we went for a walk. Luke shied away from all the dogs, and I barked at them for him ( a weirdo habit I'm trying to break). It's funny, when Luke shows up on the scene he looks so tough lots of kids instinctively shy away from him. If they only knew that it's all a front. He's really very gentle with smaller people.
Because I'm not savvy enough to embed stuff:
Labels: Saturday
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Did you know the bitter cup is full of sour juice?
Ever try to explain metaphor to a child younger than 8? It's on the wrong side of possible.
Background
So the kids and I are reading from 3 Nephi 11. And Jesus informs the citizens of Bountiful he's fulfilled the will of the father and drunk from the bitter cup. Immediately Isabella's hand shoots in the air, "mom I got a question, mom? ah, what's the bitter cup mom?". My answer should have been "I don't know" then I should have closed the book and said "amen. Go to bed kids."
The funny thing Isabella said:
M- Lunch Time!
the kids come running to the table.
I- mom, I don't like bananas anymore, mom.
M-Well I guess you're gonna starve. Try the other stuff on your plate.
pregnant pause
I- alright mom. I'll eat my banana anyway, mom. Just like Jesus drank the sour juice anyway, mom.
M- suffering from a cross between a cringe and guffaw
Labels: Isabella
Thursday, November 4, 2010
November 3, 2010: Sworn In

And here's our happy family after the fact

Labels: Willy
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Halloween 2010
In case you're wondering what side of the Sunday Trick-or-Treating line our family fell on... we didn't go. Except for one house. The kids are standing in front to the Stewart's get up. The whole next day Isabella and I argued about whether Halloween really happened.
Labels: halloween
Pink Hair
I used spray on colour to turn Isabella's hair pink/red for Halloween. She loved it. She made everyone admire it. Delightful, is the word that comes to mind when I think of Isabella showing off her pink hair. Problem was, it made a mess. It rubbed off on everything. It turned my boogers pink. It stained Buggy's clothes. When someone complimented me on her costume. I said thank you then added: "But I shouldn't have coloured Isabella's hair. What a mistake!" From that moment on Isabella hated her hair. Why did I have to ruin her fun? Why do people often accept compliments with a grain of salt? I'm going to reform my ways. No more modesty for politeness sake. And next year I'll get her a wig.
Autumn Colours
We had a deluge last Wednesday. On Thursday there were some very pretty mushrooms poking up everywhere. I feel like Isabella's eyes are wide open for the first time; like she's waking up from that pre-memory phase of childhood. She sees all and with such enthusiasm. Everything outside is even more gorgeous to me now. At the moment the colours are at their peak. Fall is the best season. It must be the crisp air and the angle of the light that make anything feel possible.
I've been thinking it's time to teach Isabella how to use a camera. While Luke was at preschool she and I went to a nearby park for a first lesson. She told me she'd rather play hide-and-seek, but I could still take some pictures if I wanted.
What an anxious game to play outside with young children, no matter how scenic. I had to remind myself how unlikely it is that a predator would be on hand to harm her, and how important it is to me that she fall in love with the natural world, and how eventually I'll have to let her grow up. Luckily, I could still see her the whole time.