turns two years old. Birthday preparations are in full swing. We're having another large family gathering (with just a few friends thrown in) at my grandma's house because our own is in no way large enough to accomodate the over 40 people attending. The theme this year is Sesame Street, with which Isabella is obsessed. It's the only tv show she watches (and really, only the puppet segments interest her) but she loves the characters more than she loves her parents. That much, I know.
Isabella has been working on her vocal stylings over the past month. Girlfriend loves to sing and knows almost all the words to "Five Little Monkeys," "Ring Around the Rosey" (or, as she calls it "Ringa Rosey"), "Itsy-Bitsy Spider," and the chorus to Mika's "Grace Kelly." Have I mentioned she also has a small Mika obsession? I'm a fan of the song, and made the mistake of showing her the video on YouTube a few months ago. Now, she asks me 400 times a day to "watch Mika."
Her vocabulary continues to amaze me. Trust me when I tell you that I am not a smug mommy (which I realize is exactly how announcing that your kid talks well sounds). But we get a lot of comments about "how well she talks." My personal theory is that all kids develop differently. Isabella is a talker, while other kids are far more adventurous, or more willing to try new things, or eat a much wider variety of foods than she does. Or they have a much more laidback personality than she does.
This month, my grandma had knee surgery, so Isabella would compassionately ask her each time she saw her, "How your boo-boo is?"
Righteous indignation also made its debut this month, as she started announcing, "Mommy took my spoon/rock/Red Bull and vodka AWAY!"
She's also started thanking me for making her meals, which I must say I'm a big fan of. Just the other day, she said, "Thank you for cooking my ronis (macaroni), mommy."
And she's begun exclaiming, "Oh My Goodness!" (I have no idea where she picked this up. Neither the hubs nor I use this expression.)
She loves playing outside, taking her pull toys, wagon, and stroller for walks, and crayoning. She always wants me to crayon with her and assigns me impossible objects to draw, such as elephants and Elmo. Oh, and I'm also only allowed to crayon on specified pages of her sketch books. If I dare color on "her" page, all hell breaks loose.
Her shining moment (and mine) this past month happened about a week ago. She was in her crib playing while I was in the bathroom down the hall getting myself ready for us to head to the library. I knocked my coffee cup against the faucet, spilling the white-hot contents everywhere. I yelled, "Oh f--k!" Can you guess what two words came cascading down the hallway for the next five minutes? Yeah, well, before you throw stones, it's only three more years 'til she hears it on the bus anyway.
She's still going through the same bedtime issues as she was last month. It's not pleasant for either of us.
Despite her few issues and my numerous ones, I am in awe of the little person she's become. And as much as I'm anxious for her to group up in certain ways, a very big part of me wants to keep her a baby forever.
Current Likes: Trying on shoes (a girl after her Auntie Karrie's own heart), hiding, The Very Hungry Caterpillar
Current Dislikes: Bedtime