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Brilliant Babble

My oldest kid is a gold mine of brilliant babble and I used to be so good at capturing it. Ugh! the dangers of a busy life is the loss of recording such sweet, beautiful history that she will someday enjoying reading. I had/have so many amazing ideas for preserving her childhood for her. Maybe some day I can start even if it is a little later in life.

Anyways, today my oldest, who has decided she wants to be called Sissy Iszye found a dead bee outside in the backyard with her friend Coral. Well, she fell in love with this bee and since she doesn’t really understand the concept of death as final, she wanted to bring him back inside to make it healthy again and return it to its mommy and daddy and home that it once had. And she is totally adamant about it. Not only that but she is truly heartbroken about it being away from its family and home. So it’s sitting in our kitchen on the bar. This was the conversation:

Is: “Mommy come look at the bee that I found in the backyard. It’s dead and sleeping and far away from its family and home. but I want it to be my friend.”

me: “Oh wow, that’s great. you want to help it find its home again.”

Dad: “yea, he probably misses his family and his home.”

Is: “yea, it’s so sad to be dead and far away from its family. can i keep him?”

Mom: “well, maybe Papi can take him back to his family for you while you are taking a nap.”

Is: “no, not yet, I want to have him be my friend for a little while first. is he going to be okay?”

Mom: “i am pretty sure that he is not going to wake up. he probably needs to go back to his home but we’ll wait till you’re ready”

IS: “okay mommy, it’s just so sad, he can’t fly or see his mommy and daddy, or be in his home, like my home. but i can share my home for a little while.”

Priceless.

So now i have a dead bee in my kitchen.

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So much to share

I hate it when I get too busy to blog and that’s been happening a lot lately. I’ve certainly had my opportunities to write for other sites in the peacenerd world but I’ve failed to post a great deal of brilliant babble for all of you ANNNND for me, someday when I’m wishing I could remember everything my kids say and do. My spunky princess is truly brilliant and so full of love and compassion. She loves to perform and make music and create things, build things, paint, and snuggle. Lately, I’ve started to notice what is either a burgeoning 7 or 3 (for my Enneagram lovers out there). My little monkey is hilarious and EXTREMELY rough and tumble. She likes to do crazy things, be loud, and destroy ANYTHING in her path. It’s still too early to detect her Enneagram placement because…. well….. she has no fear. Or conscience.

On Halloween night we went up to Noe Valley. We had our little flamenco dancer with 2 tattoos (that I drew and colored on her arms – a beautiful red poppy and a cute little purple/orange butterfly). We also had our little Alabama cheerleader. They were a hit. Isa had people stopping to take her picture as she was dancing down the street. In fact, this one group of 20 something girls begged her to be IN their picture as we nabbed our treats from the bartender inside the Dubliner. Others snapped her photo as we progressed down the street. Unfortunately, though it caused us to get behind our treat-gathering buddies, the purple princess kitty cat, butterfly fairy with whom my flamenco dancer shares an entire language (called Iz) and the boo boo brother pirate with the crooked smile. We finally caught up and that’s about when the little cheerleader TOOK OFF. Shortly after she escaped the confines of the stroller and took the street by foot, she truly took the street. A couple of times, I even had to knock over small children to catch up to her. At 16 months, the kid has been traveling on foot so long that she is the fastest child I know. Or at least the quickest. In fact, you can watch her run and see that occasionally her feet leave the ground and she just floats….. until she crashes. Yep, she crashes a lot because she just generates so much speed. I think that her speed has a lot to do with her lightness. While we’re at it, this kid climbs even more than big sister and trust me, that is saying a lot. The are such little adventurers, both of them.

A life full of adventure, for this mom is a dream come true. Every moment of everyday is such a gift with these two kids, and this amazing city that we live in, and I think it can only get better with more moments, more days, and more kids!

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Brilliant Babble

As I was getting Isabella ready for bed tonight we talked about all sorts of things from the events of the day to how much fun she would have at Spanish school tomorrow to how good she was at putting together the really complex puzzles on her favorite ipad app…… after that last one she replies to me:

“I know…. right?!”

First time to use it completely appropriately and humorously, for that matter. She is definitely my child.

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Brilliant Babble

Me: “Hey Punky… so what d’ya wanna be for Halloween this year?”

She says, “Um…. I wanna be a flower girl with tattoos.”

Me: (a little surprised): “okay… well, just to clarify, what kind of flower girl, the wedding kind or the hippie kind?”

She answers, “the hippie kind, silly mommy, not the wedding kind. and I want real tattoos not fake ones.”

 

oh dear.

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Houdini

So yesterday, Jos took a short nap because the Blue Angels decided to fly right over our house. Anyways, Jeff was gone all day and the morning had been really busy so I let her talk/yell a little longer than normal after waking up because I thought she would go back to sleep. Nope. She mostly talked for a while and then suddenly started to yell. So I went in there. She had taken all the blankets and thrown them in the floor including the one that is tucked under her mattress and draped over the side of the crib. She had taken the pillow case off her pillow and thrown both in the floor. But these are things she does anyways. The best part was the fact that she had completely undressed herself throwing her t’shirt, her pants, and her socks in the floor, and her diaper was halfway off. And she was just standing there yelling. I walked in and she was alllll…. “uh ohhhhh” smiling like a little stinker.

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Brilliant Babble

Tonight for dinner we had scrambled eggs with broccoli with fresh goat cheese, a little sea salt, and pepper…… I made more than enough for the 3 of us (Jeff was gone all day and night), expecting some leftovers.

Is: “I’m all finished, mommy, can I have some more broccoli, please, please, please? Or is all that for daddy (as she looks into the skillet).”

Me: “Of course you can have more! Daddy’s not going to be here for dinner tonight.”

(so between Jos and Is, they finish it all off…..)

Me: “WOW, you girls did great! You want a little dessert, now?”

Is: “hmmm, no, mommy, can you cook more broccoli? It is so good, it’s better than dessert!”

Me: “well, um…. OF COURSE i will cook more broccoli for you!” (even though I had already cleaned everything up)

So, I make her more broccoli and SHE EATS ALL BUT the handful of stems that she left.

Is: “Thank you, mommy for making more broccoli for me. It’s so yummy, you’re such a great mommy, the best mommy in the whole world!”

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Brilliant Babble

One of Isabella’s favorite books is called When I Grow Up by Colin McNaughton. I am pretty sure that she likes it more because I act it out when reading it rather than just straight read it. Anyways, as she was falling asleep (or working so hard not to fall asleep) for nap, she says:

“Mommy what do you want to be when you grow up?”

I said… “I am grown up and I’m your mommy and that’s EXACTLY what I want to be”

Isa: “I want to be a mommy too, just like you. I love you, mom. You’re the best mommy in the whole wide world.”

I reply with a smile, “you are so sweet… you will be a great mommy too.”

Isa: “And I can be a peace nerd too, mommy, like you. a mommy and a peace nerd too.”

I answered, “yep, that’s true! I hope you stay a peace nerd forever!”

Isa: “yes, mommy (patting me on the head), I am a peace nerd forever and ever never ever anything else”