[07/11/2003] [04/07/2003] [03/29/2003] [12/31/2002 (approx.)] [07/05/2002] [06/27/2002] [08/01/2001]

07/11/2003
Last night Isaac thoroughly cracked me up! While I was on the phone, he brought me a pink floppy (disk) and said "This is a penis!" We don't know where he came up with that one!

04/07/2003
Bunch of fun, proud moments. Yesterday we went to visit my mother in Sacramento. While we were there, while Grandma was out of the room (so she missed it), Isaac sang the whole alphabet, with only one mistake (g-h-E-j-k). On the way home, he was over-tired. Just over half the way home, he started getting upset and saying "I don't want it." Then he started yelling to himself "Calm down, calm down!" I fairly quickly figured out that the problem was that his sippy cup had chocolate milk, and he wanted regular milk! We stopped in Cordelia at a convenience store, got some regular milk, and pretty soon he was asleep. Then this morning he correctly identified the numbers one through eight on his water bottle. He can correctly (most of the time) count to twenty, but doesn't often see the numbers written down.

03/29/2003
One of the quotes we never thought we would hear come out of our son's mouth, or at least not for a couple of decades. This afternoon Isaac grabbed David's hand and said "Come on Daddy, I want to go outside and play with my chainsaw!" It turns out he was referring to a couple of small toy boats that are on the back deck, which are fastened together. For some reason he referred to them as his "chainsaw." At this point, we have long since given up trying to understand toddler logic, because, for the most part, there ain't any!

12/31/2002 (approx.)
My mother has gotten Isaac several Thomas the Tank Engine videos, which Isaac loves. One of the characters in them is a helicopter named Harold. Isaac refers to Harold as a "Hello-copter."

07/05/2002 (written by David)
"Here's your shoes" Isaac is eager to go to daycare. With hs cute baby walk, he goes across the room, picks up my shirt, (holding up the cuff, but the rest of the shirt dragging on the floor behind him) he comes to me as if to say: "Here's your shirt", then, similarly: "Here's your pants", and "Here's your shoe". The shoe is heavy for him. He uses both hands, holding it by the laces. (He doesn't understand about underwear or socks, since he doesn't wear them hemself.) Downstairs, he drags the baby carrier over to me, or brings me his shoes for me to put on him, or runs to the front door, stops suddenly, and slaps the door with his hands or butts it with his head. Too young to talk, and he's already rejected us.

06/27/2002
I was getting Isaac ready for daycare, and had just put on his socks and shoes when he looked at his feet and said "Bye bye toes."

08/01/2001
Well, I cracked up David this evening. I was feeding Isaac (who is eleven months old now), and nibbling some sardines. Alright, I may be strange (may be?) but I like them. So I offered some to Isaac. He decided he liked them too, wrapping himself around several pieces. Then I remembered that sometimes odd smelling input can cause odd output, so I made a suggestion to David. "You might want to warn the people at daycare, in case it makes his poop taste funny."

I immediately corrected it to "smell funny" but the damage had been done. David was practically rolling on the floor. Apparently he was imagining some sort of warning sign. Just what kind of sign, I don't think I want to know!