Sixteen Months

Chuck E. Cheese

Since our last post, we've done some more cleaning and organizing.  Its a lot of work - thats all I'm going to say about that.  Today is Isaiah's sixteen months.  I can't believe he's grown so much.  I've been told to cherish these moments because they go by really fast.  I have to agree - Gone are the nursing days and hello to straws.  Anyway, Josh and I decided that we should do something fun for Isaiah and thought that Chuck E. Cheese would be a neat idea.  It was raining out so it was perfect.  We met up with some family friends around 4 today and by the time we got there it was like a scene from Kindergarten with Arnold Swartzanegger (I'm sure I spelled his name wrong).  There were kids everywhere!  Isaiah was the youngest in our group but he enjoyed watching the other kids play.  He'd just run around and pretend he was playing.  I wondered what he was thinking doing that.  He had so much to eat too!  He got to eat all the sweets and spicy food he wanted because today was his day.  The spicy food didn't go so well.  Isaiah had his first buffalo wing today - Josh thought it would be fine.  Isaiah didn't like that wing so much after one bite - He finished his whole bottle of juice we brought for him.  I wondered what Isaiah was thinking then...I wondered what Josh was thinking too that made him think Isaiah would be able to take that.  Craziness.

Isaiah's first buffalo wing:

Isaiah making baskets:

Isaiah starring in his own Fast and Furious:

Isaiah at the park:

Update from Josh

for the record, i would lower the percentage down to around 60% for the "stuff" i keep. And those Shiek's mugs were collectors items...i think :P

This weekend

Its Elle again.

This weekend was long but went by fast.  This weekend consisted of lots of cleaning.  Josh and I are getting ready to put our townhome up for sale.  We figured with the market now that we can purchase a larger place (in case we decide to give Isaiah a sibling).  Anyway, we probably should've took a before and after.  I have to tell you that Josh is a major pack rat - His cleaning method is to keep 97% of "stuff" and just store it in other places (so pretty much its moving things around).  My method is if "stuff" hasn't been touched for 2 months then it belongs in the trash.  Now, I'm not a trash throwing queen - I know there are things that should be kept like momentos and pictures of Isaiah from his first day of walking, smiling, etc.  These "stuff" that I'm referring to are Josh's collection of cologne from college and funky looking mugs that take up space in our kitchen (Josh kept these fat mugs from Shiek's and mugs from former employments that he didn't have very nice things to say about) - those just went into the trash.  

Besides cleaning, Isaiah had a very eventful weekend running around in areas that opened up for him.  We'd move things around and he'd run into that open space with glee.  I really mean glee.  He would do this little tap dance in one area in circles.  Oh, and we took him to the basketball court yesterday after lunch where Josh has his usual game and Isaiah just loves it.  He wants so badly to be involved but the only involvement he gets is me running after him and keeping him away from the players.  He doesn't like it so he throws himself on the ground alot.  I'm sure the guys there think I'm pyscho running after a child and constantly saying "No, Isaiah.  No!  No, Isaiah.  Isaiah, No."  I also dropped him on his head yesterday while keeping him away from the players.  It didn't sound so well against the court.

Our little man loves to conversate now and loves to get into things.  He recently learned to climb up our neighbors ladder.  It was yesterday that it happened again.  We were all at Bed, Bath, and Beyond and we kind of lost each other.  I ran around (looking down) calling out Isaiah's name.  He didn't make a sound until I heard his voice.  I didn't hear it from below but from above.  I looked up and there was my little Isaiah all the way up on the company's step ladder.  He must've been up 15-20 feet.  I swear, he scares the crap out of me sometimes.  He was just yelling "blienbeoine veligenonweamou abeomovea!"  I think it translated to "Mom, I'm up here!  Stop calling out my name.  You're embarrassing me."

Also, I made some really mean chicken alfredo for lunch yesterday!  I came home today and was ravenous for leftover chicken alfredo.  I quickly made pasta to go with the chicken and threw everything on a large plate.  Josh asked if I was preggers and I told him I would let him know if I was preggers.

This is a picture of Isaiah playing basketball in his corner.

PIECE OF SNICKER

This is Elle.

I reported to Josh what I have done today (with making this blog and joining the infamous Face Book).  I have to pat myself on the back.  Josh knows I dont have the patience for these things.  I willed myself to put this blog together and navigate through Face Book.  

Anyway, what I wanted to make clear to all our families and friends who will be enjoying this as much as us - I noticed that Isaiah said some things he shouldn't have.  He referred to his mother (me) as a P.O.S. (I know what everyone is thinking but I'm sure thats not what he meant).  P.O.S. to Isaiah means PIECE OF SNICKER.  

I'm up waiting for Josh.  And, I've been contemplating if doing sit-ups is going to be beneficial.

This is new

Hello Everyone,

This is my first day doing this so bear with me.  Depending on the day I will be the blogger and some days it might be Isaiah.  Today - its Isaiah.  

You want to know what my mom is doing while I'm standing next her shouting "You P.O.S.  I'm hungry.  And, no, I don't want that rice and chicken crap.  I dont want string cheese either.  Oh, and those yogo bites aren't doing it either thats why they're all over the floor.  I want something but I dont know what I want."  Anyway, my mom is starting this blog because she believes this will be a great way to keep everyone up to date with what I'm doing and going through.  I forgot to remind you that I wasn't calm - I was screaming and spitting out my chicken and rice.  I'm trying really hard to work my mom's nerves and it seems to work against me.  I just stepped on my rice and chicken that I spit all over the floor.  She better clean it up soon - I just tracked it into the living area.  *smile*