My Nana rocks!

And some other things that Isaiah loves at 14 months, 4 teeth, 5 words (Mama, Bubble, Dog, Boy & Dada) and one tiger growl which he uses for all animals:

Spray bottles
Eating chalk (red flavor)
Music (he dances)
Toast, toast and more toast
his hair combed
the vacuum
the dogs
the vibrating shrek toothbrush
books, touch and feel books
Noah

I've never see so much poop

We went to the circus today and I'm exhausted. I feel like Genesh (that multi-limbed Hindu god.) Not because I have any super divinity but because I feel like I have 4 arms. Sitting between Noah and Isaiah and keeping them off the floor and food in their mouth and drinks in their cups and all the other gazillion things that can happen

Kid's Space - it feels like it's all their space

These were taken when we went to the kid's museum in Pasadena when Cathy & Jackson were in town. Not sure why Noah had a bandaid on her head. It may have been from a minor injury or he love of bandaid of art of the attention it brings.

Easy Peezy

It's true what they say about second born children. They make their own way, they create their own fun. I often will look up at the end of the day and wonder what Isaiah has done all day. I even wonder where he's been. He gets into everything, so there's a trail of plastic containers, magnetic letters, and toast crumbs - but he keeps to himself. Unless I have a book, he rarely wants to sit on my lap and play. He loves me deeply and will sit cuddling with me for long stretches, but when he wants to play he has his own agenda. Noah on the other hand tells me frankly, "Mommy talk to me." "Mommy, play with me." "Mommy don't read play with me." "Mommy I want to draw with you." "Mommy I need you." They both need me, but Isaiah needs my attention a little less.

Mr. Clean

One of the few things I enjoy about cleaning is vacuuming and both the kids ride, tackle and hog the vacuum. And if I'm vacuuming I have to keep going back and turning it on since the prankster (Isaiah) turns knows how to turn it off and thinking it's the funnies thing to do it over and over and over again. Right now Isaiah is walking around the house with his sippy cup of soy milk and his toast. He's extremely independent and plays with everything left out from remotes to the phone to the rice cooker. He is truly a joy.

Early AM Pity Party - Send a can of well rest now!

As I sit here to write this blog Isaiah sits in a diaper full of stinky chunky green goo. I can smell him but I just need 5 more minutes before I find a diaper and wrestle with him and then change him. I'll then have to wash my hands for the 5th time today and it's only 6:30. I've already changed him once, nursed him, gave him a bottle, fed the dogs and am currently doing a load of laundry. Please RSVP for my pity party, as I'm too tired to do mush else right now. I bring up hand washing because I have some sort of skin condition that comes from washing one's hands too often. I have a cream I'm supposed to use, but honestly that's just one more thing to do and one more item to keep track off. So I put off the diaper change so I can sit down for more than a few minutes. I'll be up and outside shortly when "the guys" get here to do the return to Home Depot. I have to count bags of Spec mix, concrete and loose cinder block. If you didn't know, I am a super hero who does everything all day long and I deserve the biggest prettiest medal - but actually I'd take a hostess cupcake from Crumbs or a letter from the president commemorating my service.

Okay, now it's time for me to count my blessings (Noah, Isaiah, Broderick, my family, this house, our country) and change that diaper!

Hump Day

Wednesdays are our busiest day. Every day feels pretty busy but Wednesday is the day with the most places we have to be. In the morning Delmy comes around 10:30. Noah has a Spanish lesson while I take Isaiah to his My Gym class. My Gym is like the rest of the mommy and me classes, corny, silly songs, and parents who can't wait to talk baby food, sleep and poop. Isaiah seems to enjoy it. He runs around and crawls though the tubes, and swings. Noah was never into these kinds of classes, eve though we went far more than I go with Isaiah. Everything goes in his mouth which is pretty gross, so I try to distract him with the trampoline and the pit of colorful balls. I see Isaiah as pretty dang perfect, but one this that it true is that he is extremely gentle with other kids. Now he's rough with out dogs, which he adores, and I have about 10 purplish-back bruises on the top of both m arms from those 4 goofy teeth of his - but he is gentle and in amazement of other kids.

After snacks, lunch, naps and more snacks Noah, Isaiah and me head to the mall where Noah takes ballet. Isaiah is a handful for Noah's 45 minute class. I hang all the purses (my own ad the other mom's) up high so he can't rummage through them and talk about discipline, neighborhood break-ins and in-laws with the other mom's in the small waiting room that's more like a closet with grade school benches.

This picture is of the kids after Noah's class in the food court. Noah would ride these all day, if only I had enough quarters and patience.