Today, I asked Isaiah, "Do you know how to spell your name? How do you spell Isaiah?"
He said "Um, I dunno mommy. B-I-N-G-O?"
Nice try buddy.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
We are all people.
Isaiah told me in the car this morning that "we are all people mommy. You, daddy, Giuliana, everybody. We are all people. We all match."
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Awesome
A few days before Christmas, our family took a trip to our local Target to take care of some last-minute Christmas shopping. Isaiah is suuuuper vocal, and he LOVES to repeat everything people say. We saw some mexican dude walking by on his cell phone, and he was speaking spanish. Isaiah first tried to imitate what the dude was saying. Then, Isaiah starts saying "UNO, DOS, TRES, CUATRO, CINCO, SEIS!" so loud! Vince and I were both in disbelief, wondering where the heck he learned how to count in spanish! And at the same time, we're laughing but trying to tell him to be a little more quiet....man! This kid.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Resolution
My resolution for the new year is to be thankful for what I have. I spend so much time dwelling on the bad things in life, and I never am happy enough to enjoy what I do have. I need to learn to get past my unhappiness, and find happiness in the beautiful things in my life. This will be hard for me. I don't know what is wrong with me.
I also need to learn how to manage my time. Or sleep less. I find that I don't have time for anything else. I get up, get Isaiah and myself dressed and ready for the day, feed him breakfast, put together his food for grandma's and mine for work, drive him to grandma's, show up to work after 9ish, work until 6ish, pick up Isaiah, come home and make dinner, clean up after dinner, kiss Isaiah goodnight after Vince showers with him, and either lay down with him (and end up falling asleep) or finish cleaning up downstairs and doing laundry or something. Then I go to bed (around 11 maybe). And I get up and do it all again the next day. I don't know what else to do to give myself time to do "me" things...or even have time to spend playing with Isaiah for that matter. Weekends are used up doing chores. It's hard to work full-time and be a mother....but it seems like I'm the only one that can't manage my time correctly. I need to figure that out.
I also need to learn how to manage my time. Or sleep less. I find that I don't have time for anything else. I get up, get Isaiah and myself dressed and ready for the day, feed him breakfast, put together his food for grandma's and mine for work, drive him to grandma's, show up to work after 9ish, work until 6ish, pick up Isaiah, come home and make dinner, clean up after dinner, kiss Isaiah goodnight after Vince showers with him, and either lay down with him (and end up falling asleep) or finish cleaning up downstairs and doing laundry or something. Then I go to bed (around 11 maybe). And I get up and do it all again the next day. I don't know what else to do to give myself time to do "me" things...or even have time to spend playing with Isaiah for that matter. Weekends are used up doing chores. It's hard to work full-time and be a mother....but it seems like I'm the only one that can't manage my time correctly. I need to figure that out.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Fun again
I swear Isaiah caught something at Six Flags, because on June 30th, Isaiah started sneezing. This progressed into a runny nose and cough. On Wednesday, July 2nd, Isaiah had a fever. I am never sure when I'm supposed to take Isaiah to the doctor...or even call, for that matter. I figured his fever wasn't high enough to do anything about but watch. But he wasn't eating all week. His eyes were all puffy and swollen, and he just looked...tired. He was really whiny and I felt so bad for him. I hate it when he hurts. He shouldn't have to! I "worked from home" on Thursday so I could also keep an eye on Isaiah. Poor thing was so miserable. He wasn't eating much, either. Finally, Vince got home at around 5 (or a little before), complained of getting a speeding ticket...and was miserable. Then, I had Vince hold Isaiah on his lap in the kitchen while I tried to feed him. He was fine....he inhaled the broccoli and crackers I gave him. Then, he coughed a little bit...and then...projectile barfed all over the floor!!! That is the first time Isaiah has ever thrown up. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes; I felt so helpless! Vince started to freak out because it smelled bad and he said he was going to throw up himself just from the smell. Give me a break! So he held Isaiah out in front of him and I stripped his clothes off really fast (they had barf on them) and told him to run upstairs and put him in the tub. I cleaned up the kitchen floor after. I used to wonder what I would do when my own child would throw up....I thought I would freak out and wouldn't be able to handle it. But, it was fine! Vince freaked out the way I thought I would.
Anyway, Isaiah felt better on the 4th, luckily, and we took him to a party and then came home to watch Vince light fireworks at our neighbor's house. Isaiah wasn't scared of the fireworks at all, which was weird. He actually lost interest after a while and starting running all over the place. He's hard to keep up with these days! I'd say that his cold/flu/whatever it was has finally taken its full course, as Isaiah's nose stopped running a couple days ago. He's healthy again, phew.
Isaiah's vocabulary at 13 months:
dadda
momma (more like mum-muh)
mmmm (when he eats and it's good)
at (for cat)
moo (if you ask him what a cow says, kind of sounds like "boo")
grrrr (if you ask him what a lion says, and he also clenches his fists and shakes his body)
ack ack (supposed to be "quack quack," when you ask him what a duck says)
shoes (duh, for shoes...he usually runs and grabs his shoes)
a sdat (for "what's that?" I think...or maybe it's nothing and he's mumbling...but he points and says this usually)
hot (duh, for hot...sometimes sounds like "up")
up (duh, for up)
saiah saiah saiah (for Isaiah, I think)
ish (have no idea what this means, but he says it a lot)
Anyway, Isaiah felt better on the 4th, luckily, and we took him to a party and then came home to watch Vince light fireworks at our neighbor's house. Isaiah wasn't scared of the fireworks at all, which was weird. He actually lost interest after a while and starting running all over the place. He's hard to keep up with these days! I'd say that his cold/flu/whatever it was has finally taken its full course, as Isaiah's nose stopped running a couple days ago. He's healthy again, phew.
Isaiah's vocabulary at 13 months:
dadda
momma (more like mum-muh)
mmmm (when he eats and it's good)
at (for cat)
moo (if you ask him what a cow says, kind of sounds like "boo")
grrrr (if you ask him what a lion says, and he also clenches his fists and shakes his body)
ack ack (supposed to be "quack quack," when you ask him what a duck says)
shoes (duh, for shoes...he usually runs and grabs his shoes)
a sdat (for "what's that?" I think...or maybe it's nothing and he's mumbling...but he points and says this usually)
hot (duh, for hot...sometimes sounds like "up")
up (duh, for up)
saiah saiah saiah (for Isaiah, I think)
ish (have no idea what this means, but he says it a lot)
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
More flags, NOT more fun
I forgot to blog about my last week in July. First of all, Isaiah learned to pick his nose that week. Exciting.
From the 23rd to the 26th, I helped out a friend of mine and played piano for vacation bible school. He's basically the music director at a church in Dixon, and every so often he needs a pianist and gives me a ring. What a rough 4 days that was! I had to be in Dixon by 5:00 everyday, so I had to leave work by 4 at the latest to pick Isaiah up from grandma's and make it on time. Luckily, Dixon is on the way home from Vince's work, so I made him stop and take care of Isaiah while I was playing. Let me tell you, VBS songs stay with you....I dreamt of the tunes every night. Maybe they were nightmares. I was so happy when the Thursday session was over....oddly, I had the urge to get wasted.
On Saturday the 28th, we went to Six Flags Discovery Kingdom in Vallejo (formerly known as Marine World). My friend Mary works for the state, and apparently...it was state worker's day so she got a great deal on tickets (with free parking). Holy crap, I would NEVER pay for parking if I had to! $15! Are you kidding me?? On the way there, we stopped in Fairfield to visit friends Eddie and Joyette and their new bundle of joy, Edwin III. Um, Isaiah was NOT happy about this stop. I held the baby and at first, Isaiah just stood there and stared at me. Then, he flung himself on the floor, started screaming/crying and rolling around! Then, he went into is hyperventilating cry. Can we say, jealous? Yikes. I held Isaiah soon after and told him I still loved him...but come on! Vince then held the baby, and Isaiah started clawing his way up his leg, crying. Then, as I was holding Isaiah and giving him his milk, Vince says, "hey, let me see his milk...I want to give it to the baby." I was going to punch him! That's just mean. Luckily, Giada was on tv making some pasta (duh) and that calmed Isaiah down.
Okay, so after the visit, we made our way to Six Flags and stood in line to cross the street from the parking lot, stood in line to get our bags checked, stood in line to give them our pre-purchased tickets, and stood in line for the bathroom. Great day so far, right? So we decide we should get on a roller coaster early and get the rides out of the way.....
Jenni, Ryan, and I stood in line for the new Tony Hawk coaster (I don't remember what it's called) for an hour. We made it halfway through the line. Then we walked out. Ridiculous! Then we decided to go to ride another coaster with more cars...thinking the line would go faster. I think we were in line for 1.5 hours for the Medusa coaster. Then it was already time for our buffet lunch (2:00). The buffet consisted of "grilled" hotdogs and hamburgers (though I've never had a grilled hamburger served in juices), wilted iceberg salad, vinegery pasta salad with pickles in it (weird), ice cream sandwiches, and sodas. There was supposed to be chicken...hm. And porky pork truly ate a hotdog, 2 hamburgers, and 2 ice cream sandwiches. Don't judge me.
After, Vince and I took Isaiah to Thomas Town with Mary and her family. Vince stood in line with Isaiah to ride the helicopter ride and when he got to the front, the lady measured Vince and said "You're too tall. You can't get on with him." So he ducked and said "No I'm not!" Doh! Didn't work. So I took Isaiah on the ride and sat in front so I could control the helicopter movements (since Isaiah is too young to know how to do it anyway). The lady then comes and tells me I can't sit in front because it's only for kids. What?!?! It's not like I didn't fit! Anyway, I rolled my eyes and sat in back with Isaiah on my lap so he could see. Then she comes back and tells me he can't sit there and has to sit next to me. Okay, the ride became pointless because he couldn't see. I have pictures, maybe I'll post later.
Then we rode Thomas and it went in a circle for a whole 45 seconds. Yippee.
Then we went to the Shouka Orca show....which was fun. We didn't get splashed, thank goodness. But I burned my scalp again! The sun was HOT. Then we saw the butterfly exhibit, looked at the lions, looked at tigers, and decided to leave. It was already 5 and we were exhausted! And we all realized that we will never go there again. I remember when that place was just Marine World....it was awesome. The cool aquariums, the fun water shows, the dancing water on the sidewalks....those were the days.
For Ryan's birthday, which we celebrated that evening, we were supposed to go to Spataro for dinner, but changed plans to Chicago Fire. We had reservations at 8. By the time we all got cleaned up, we were all late. Dinner was okay...the pizza was good. I ate the all meat pizza and neglected to try the chicago fire combo, which was also at our table. Darn. Then we made our way to Faces at around 10:30 and nobody was there. Faces is usually pretty full (and pretty sweaty because of all the people) but it was dead. We started out in the techno-ish room, and then moved to the hip-hop room (which I call the "mexican grabbing room" because I usually get squeezed in there by straight mexican dudes hanging out at the bar). I went into the DJ booth (which is my favorite thing to do), and told the DJ that it was Ryan's birthday and to play Danity Kane's song "Damaged" for him. He didn't have it in this booth. What?! So then I asked him to play Missy Elliot's "Lose Control" instead, since he did have that one (this is the song that my wedding DJ refused to play again for Ryan...*sigh*). He said he would. We waited. 45 minutes later, we left. No song. Boo on you, Faces. Happy Birthday to Ryan anyways.
After Faces, we ended up at Badlands across the street, and that place is really nice. They have an upstairs lounge area with its own bar. But oddly enough, this place was pretty empty, too. What's the deal, where was everybody? We were only there maybe a half hour though; Ryan was already wasted anyway, and I decided it was time to pick Isaiah up from grandma's and head home. Ryan passed out in the car.
From the 23rd to the 26th, I helped out a friend of mine and played piano for vacation bible school. He's basically the music director at a church in Dixon, and every so often he needs a pianist and gives me a ring. What a rough 4 days that was! I had to be in Dixon by 5:00 everyday, so I had to leave work by 4 at the latest to pick Isaiah up from grandma's and make it on time. Luckily, Dixon is on the way home from Vince's work, so I made him stop and take care of Isaiah while I was playing. Let me tell you, VBS songs stay with you....I dreamt of the tunes every night. Maybe they were nightmares. I was so happy when the Thursday session was over....oddly, I had the urge to get wasted.
On Saturday the 28th, we went to Six Flags Discovery Kingdom in Vallejo (formerly known as Marine World). My friend Mary works for the state, and apparently...it was state worker's day so she got a great deal on tickets (with free parking). Holy crap, I would NEVER pay for parking if I had to! $15! Are you kidding me?? On the way there, we stopped in Fairfield to visit friends Eddie and Joyette and their new bundle of joy, Edwin III. Um, Isaiah was NOT happy about this stop. I held the baby and at first, Isaiah just stood there and stared at me. Then, he flung himself on the floor, started screaming/crying and rolling around! Then, he went into is hyperventilating cry. Can we say, jealous? Yikes. I held Isaiah soon after and told him I still loved him...but come on! Vince then held the baby, and Isaiah started clawing his way up his leg, crying. Then, as I was holding Isaiah and giving him his milk, Vince says, "hey, let me see his milk...I want to give it to the baby." I was going to punch him! That's just mean. Luckily, Giada was on tv making some pasta (duh) and that calmed Isaiah down.
Okay, so after the visit, we made our way to Six Flags and stood in line to cross the street from the parking lot, stood in line to get our bags checked, stood in line to give them our pre-purchased tickets, and stood in line for the bathroom. Great day so far, right? So we decide we should get on a roller coaster early and get the rides out of the way.....
Jenni, Ryan, and I stood in line for the new Tony Hawk coaster (I don't remember what it's called) for an hour. We made it halfway through the line. Then we walked out. Ridiculous! Then we decided to go to ride another coaster with more cars...thinking the line would go faster. I think we were in line for 1.5 hours for the Medusa coaster. Then it was already time for our buffet lunch (2:00). The buffet consisted of "grilled" hotdogs and hamburgers (though I've never had a grilled hamburger served in juices), wilted iceberg salad, vinegery pasta salad with pickles in it (weird), ice cream sandwiches, and sodas. There was supposed to be chicken...hm. And porky pork truly ate a hotdog, 2 hamburgers, and 2 ice cream sandwiches. Don't judge me.
After, Vince and I took Isaiah to Thomas Town with Mary and her family. Vince stood in line with Isaiah to ride the helicopter ride and when he got to the front, the lady measured Vince and said "You're too tall. You can't get on with him." So he ducked and said "No I'm not!" Doh! Didn't work. So I took Isaiah on the ride and sat in front so I could control the helicopter movements (since Isaiah is too young to know how to do it anyway). The lady then comes and tells me I can't sit in front because it's only for kids. What?!?! It's not like I didn't fit! Anyway, I rolled my eyes and sat in back with Isaiah on my lap so he could see. Then she comes back and tells me he can't sit there and has to sit next to me. Okay, the ride became pointless because he couldn't see. I have pictures, maybe I'll post later.
Then we rode Thomas and it went in a circle for a whole 45 seconds. Yippee.
Then we went to the Shouka Orca show....which was fun. We didn't get splashed, thank goodness. But I burned my scalp again! The sun was HOT. Then we saw the butterfly exhibit, looked at the lions, looked at tigers, and decided to leave. It was already 5 and we were exhausted! And we all realized that we will never go there again. I remember when that place was just Marine World....it was awesome. The cool aquariums, the fun water shows, the dancing water on the sidewalks....those were the days.
For Ryan's birthday, which we celebrated that evening, we were supposed to go to Spataro for dinner, but changed plans to Chicago Fire. We had reservations at 8. By the time we all got cleaned up, we were all late. Dinner was okay...the pizza was good. I ate the all meat pizza and neglected to try the chicago fire combo, which was also at our table. Darn. Then we made our way to Faces at around 10:30 and nobody was there. Faces is usually pretty full (and pretty sweaty because of all the people) but it was dead. We started out in the techno-ish room, and then moved to the hip-hop room (which I call the "mexican grabbing room" because I usually get squeezed in there by straight mexican dudes hanging out at the bar). I went into the DJ booth (which is my favorite thing to do), and told the DJ that it was Ryan's birthday and to play Danity Kane's song "Damaged" for him. He didn't have it in this booth. What?! So then I asked him to play Missy Elliot's "Lose Control" instead, since he did have that one (this is the song that my wedding DJ refused to play again for Ryan...*sigh*). He said he would. We waited. 45 minutes later, we left. No song. Boo on you, Faces. Happy Birthday to Ryan anyways.
After Faces, we ended up at Badlands across the street, and that place is really nice. They have an upstairs lounge area with its own bar. But oddly enough, this place was pretty empty, too. What's the deal, where was everybody? We were only there maybe a half hour though; Ryan was already wasted anyway, and I decided it was time to pick Isaiah up from grandma's and head home. Ryan passed out in the car.
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