Amy was out of town last week on business, so Rex had to take total care of Isaiah. That’s a first for him because he’s the one usually doing the traveling for business. One night after his bath, Isaiah decided to talk to him about one of his favorite television shows, Adventure Time.
Isaiah: Dad, why doesn’t Mom like Adventure Time?
Rex: I don’t know, Isaiah. Why do you think she doesn’t like it?
Isaiah: I don’t know. I can’t understand it. It has realistic fiction, so it “could” happen. Right?
Seriously – realistic fiction? What a crack-up he is.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Grandma, You're Gonna Miss Me...
Me: Where are you going?
Isaiah: Well, mom had her day (Mother's Day) and dad is going to have his day (Father's Day), so I'm going to have my day, too.
Me: Oh... so, what are you going to do on your day?
Isaiah: I'm going to go to Nana's house. You know, my new grandma. She lives on a farm.
Me: Yes, I know. When are you going?
Isaiah: Oh, someday soon. When dad gets back from his trip. You'll miss me while I'm gone.
Yes, I will...
Isaiah: Well, mom had her day (Mother's Day) and dad is going to have his day (Father's Day), so I'm going to have my day, too.
Me: Oh... so, what are you going to do on your day?
Isaiah: I'm going to go to Nana's house. You know, my new grandma. She lives on a farm.
Me: Yes, I know. When are you going?
Isaiah: Oh, someday soon. When dad gets back from his trip. You'll miss me while I'm gone.
Yes, I will...
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Isaiah’s Mother’s Day Prayer
I admit, the whole scene was all my fault… Rex fixed dinner for us for Mother’s Day and I asked Isaiah if he was going to say grace. He told me it was his dad’s turn. Rex said, “Go ahead, Isaiah. You can say grace.”
Isaiah: “But Dad, it’s your turn.”
Rex: “That’s OK – you go ahead this time.”
(We all held hands around the table; Isaiah, Rex, Kris [my sister], and me.)
Isaiah (after giving me and Rex the “evil eye”): (in my best Isaiah-type of pronunciation)
“Dear heaveny fader, bless this food which we are about to receive.
Help it to nourish our bodies.
Please make my dad to take his turn.”
Me: :::snort:::cough:::snicker (Isaiah glared at me and pulled his hands back.): “I’m sorry, Isaiah. I needed to sneeze.”
Rex (gently coaxing Isaiah to continue): “It’s OK, Isaiah. You can keep going.”
Isaiah:
“Dear heaveny fader, bless this food which we are about to receive.
Help it to nourish our bodies.
Please help me to always win.”
Me: :::snort:::cough:::bust a gut laughing (Isaiah glared at me and pulled his hands back again): “I’m sorry, Isaiah. I need to go to the bathroom. I should have gone before we sat down to eat.” (I exited the table as quickly as I could and continued laughing in the bathroom until I could compose myself. At this point, I really did have to go; I was laughing so hard that I very nearly didn’t make it to the bathroom.)
Before I came back, Rex had a side conversation with Isaiah:
Rex: “Isaiah, remember how we are supposed to pray for nice things, not always asking for stuff like winning or taking turns.”
Isaiah: “OK…”
He starts over…
“Dear heaveny fader, bless this food which we are about to receive.
Help it to nourish our bodies.
Please make my grandma to not laugh.”
Kris had to cover her face and cough.
Isaiah gave her the evil eye, too and finished the prayer before I came back to the table. Kris said she’s not too sure what exactly the rest of the prayer consisted of because she was biting her lip so hard to keep from laughing that the pain was all she could concentrate on.
Isaiah: “But Dad, it’s your turn.”
Rex: “That’s OK – you go ahead this time.”
(We all held hands around the table; Isaiah, Rex, Kris [my sister], and me.)
Isaiah (after giving me and Rex the “evil eye”): (in my best Isaiah-type of pronunciation)
“Dear heaveny fader, bless this food which we are about to receive.
Help it to nourish our bodies.
Please make my dad to take his turn.”
Me: :::snort:::cough:::snicker (Isaiah glared at me and pulled his hands back.): “I’m sorry, Isaiah. I needed to sneeze.”
Rex (gently coaxing Isaiah to continue): “It’s OK, Isaiah. You can keep going.”
Isaiah:
“Dear heaveny fader, bless this food which we are about to receive.
Help it to nourish our bodies.
Please help me to always win.”
Me: :::snort:::cough:::bust a gut laughing (Isaiah glared at me and pulled his hands back again): “I’m sorry, Isaiah. I need to go to the bathroom. I should have gone before we sat down to eat.” (I exited the table as quickly as I could and continued laughing in the bathroom until I could compose myself. At this point, I really did have to go; I was laughing so hard that I very nearly didn’t make it to the bathroom.)
Before I came back, Rex had a side conversation with Isaiah:
Rex: “Isaiah, remember how we are supposed to pray for nice things, not always asking for stuff like winning or taking turns.”
Isaiah: “OK…”
He starts over…
“Dear heaveny fader, bless this food which we are about to receive.
Help it to nourish our bodies.
Please make my grandma to not laugh.”
Kris had to cover her face and cough.
Isaiah gave her the evil eye, too and finished the prayer before I came back to the table. Kris said she’s not too sure what exactly the rest of the prayer consisted of because she was biting her lip so hard to keep from laughing that the pain was all she could concentrate on.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Happy Birthday!
Wednesday was little man's 8th birthday. It's so hard to believe that it's been eight years since I got the phone call to let me know that he had been born. I know exactly where I was... in a hotel restaurant, in Kentucky, with my sister (Kris) and her two children because her son was graduating from Army boot camp. It was Easter Sunday and a glorious morning.
Isaiah has come so far in the past few years - from being non-verbal, to speaking his own language, to showing affection and receiving affection (letting people other than immediate family touch him). He went through stages where he couldn't stand to be touched by anyone other than Amy, Ron, Keith, and me. Now, he's a hugger and readily accepts affection from GiGi (great-grandma), cousins, aunts, uncles, and other adults who love him. He especially loves getting attention and affection from his new dad. We are so grateful to have Rex in Isaiah's life and so fortunate to be able to call him family.
Amy and Rex went to his school for lunch on his birthday. He had wanted his mom to come and eat with him, so they told him they would both come for his birthday. Amy said he enjoyed it but told them they didn't need to come again; she thinks he missed sitting with his friends. Little man is definitely growing up.
Memories of Isaiah over the years:
Each picture that I look at brings back specific memories of a fun time, an event, or something that Isaiah either said or did. As I look back on the years that Amy and Isaiah spent with us, I can only thank God for allowing our lives to be so greatly enriched by the presence of this wonderful little man.
We love you, Isaiah! Happy Birthday!!!
Isaiah has come so far in the past few years - from being non-verbal, to speaking his own language, to showing affection and receiving affection (letting people other than immediate family touch him). He went through stages where he couldn't stand to be touched by anyone other than Amy, Ron, Keith, and me. Now, he's a hugger and readily accepts affection from GiGi (great-grandma), cousins, aunts, uncles, and other adults who love him. He especially loves getting attention and affection from his new dad. We are so grateful to have Rex in Isaiah's life and so fortunate to be able to call him family.
Amy and Rex went to his school for lunch on his birthday. He had wanted his mom to come and eat with him, so they told him they would both come for his birthday. Amy said he enjoyed it but told them they didn't need to come again; she thinks he missed sitting with his friends. Little man is definitely growing up.
Memories of Isaiah over the years:
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| March, 2004 |
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| 1st Birthday |
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| And, now he's 2! |
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| Turning 3 - he'd lived with us for four months |
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| Zoo, Spring 2007. One of my favorite pictures |
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| Turning 5! Wow - getting big! |
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| Halloween, 2009 |
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| Turning 7; April 2010 |
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| 8th Birthday |
Each picture that I look at brings back specific memories of a fun time, an event, or something that Isaiah either said or did. As I look back on the years that Amy and Isaiah spent with us, I can only thank God for allowing our lives to be so greatly enriched by the presence of this wonderful little man.
We love you, Isaiah! Happy Birthday!!!
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Good thing I was sitting down...
Isaiah asked to speak to me on the telephone! LOL!
Isaiah (in his best deep voice): Teresa? This is Rex.
Me: Rex? Isn't this Isaiah?
Isaiah: No, this is Rex. I have to tell you about Isaiah's week.
Me: Ohhhh.... How was Isaiah's week?
Isaiah: Isaiah had to go to the refocus mat twice.
Me: That is too bad. Why did Isaiah have to go to the refocus mat?
Isaiah (laughing): It's me, grandma! Fooled ya! I had a good week!!!
He went to the farm this past week for Spring Break. I can't wait to hear how much fun he had with his Nana and Poppa.
Isaiah (in his best deep voice): Teresa? This is Rex.
Me: Rex? Isn't this Isaiah?
Isaiah: No, this is Rex. I have to tell you about Isaiah's week.
Me: Ohhhh.... How was Isaiah's week?
Isaiah: Isaiah had to go to the refocus mat twice.
Me: That is too bad. Why did Isaiah have to go to the refocus mat?
Isaiah (laughing): It's me, grandma! Fooled ya! I had a good week!!!
He went to the farm this past week for Spring Break. I can't wait to hear how much fun he had with his Nana and Poppa.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Visiting Isaiah
The other evening, after we went to the retirement center to sign the papers, we went to see Isaiah. It’s only 7/10 of a mile from our new driveway to their driveway. That will be very nice!
Ron had on his leg so we “walked” him into the house. Isaiah was in his room playing because Amy was still working. So, we were very quiet until she was finished and then she called him to come see who was there.
He went flying past me without so much as a nod – straight to his “Crampa” and climbed onto his lap. “Crampa! It’s so good to see you. I missed you! How did you get here?”
Duh… me… your other grandparent… the driver…
You know, the chopped liver.
(Seriously, I'm so glad that he has such a great relationship with Ron. The memories of his time with his "Crampa" will go with him all through his life. I know he loves me as much as he loves Ron. They just have a special bond and that is awesome.)
Ron had on his leg so we “walked” him into the house. Isaiah was in his room playing because Amy was still working. So, we were very quiet until she was finished and then she called him to come see who was there.
He went flying past me without so much as a nod – straight to his “Crampa” and climbed onto his lap. “Crampa! It’s so good to see you. I missed you! How did you get here?”
Duh… me… your other grandparent… the driver…
You know, the chopped liver.
(Seriously, I'm so glad that he has such a great relationship with Ron. The memories of his time with his "Crampa" will go with him all through his life. I know he loves me as much as he loves Ron. They just have a special bond and that is awesome.)
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Isaiah and Hershey
Hershey is Isaiah's dog. She is Vizsla and something else, but looks a lot like a Vizsla. She is the color of... yep - chocolate. And, she is really quite beautiful.
She doesn't like to be alone and loves to get on Isaiah's bed. I'm sure she probably thinks that he'll just get in bed next to her and leave her there. She's bigger than he is and takes up most of the bed. Tonight, he had an issue with her being in his room.
Isaiah: Hershey, get out of my room. I keep telling you to stay out and you never listen.
Rex: Isaiah, Hershey is a dog. She doesn't speak English. She doesn't understand.
Isaiah (with his hands on his hips): woof... woof... woof... woof woof woof... woof.... woof... woof!
I guess he decided to speak "dog" to her instead.
She doesn't like to be alone and loves to get on Isaiah's bed. I'm sure she probably thinks that he'll just get in bed next to her and leave her there. She's bigger than he is and takes up most of the bed. Tonight, he had an issue with her being in his room.
Isaiah: Hershey, get out of my room. I keep telling you to stay out and you never listen.
Rex: Isaiah, Hershey is a dog. She doesn't speak English. She doesn't understand.
Isaiah (with his hands on his hips): woof... woof... woof... woof woof woof... woof.... woof... woof!
I guess he decided to speak "dog" to her instead.
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