Only wearing toes

"I can't come outside, Grandma. You've got shoes on but I'm only wearing toes. I might get a splinter."

In Isaiah-speak, that means he is barefoot and he might get a splinter off Ron's wheelchair ramp.

Is it school tomorrow?

No, Isaiah. There is no school tomorrow. Why?

"I have to talk to Ms. Rankin. I need her to come to my house to play. I will let her be the princess in Star Wars."

Poor Isaiah. He wants to have friends over. There were two little girls and a boy playing outside last night so he wanted to get his bike and his helmet to go play, too. Although it was pushing bedtime, I let him ride for a little while.

I'd hear him say, "Huhwo, my name is Isaiah. What's yours?" The girls absolutely ignored him and the boy wasn't much better. He was so sad, he'd tell me that he said hi nicely and wanted to be their friend but they wouldn't talk to him.

How do you deal with kids who show no interest at all and explain to a child who just wants to be a friend?

No wonder he wanted to go to school today. Ms. Rankin always had time for him.

Last day of school

And, it was a green day! So he had a totally green week, and a nearly green month. Not bad, not bad at all.

In addition, today was the awards ceremony for the kindergarten and first grade classes. Isaiah got the award for being the most cheerful in his class. LOL, when she said the award title, and his name, Isaiah proudly held up the certificate for all to see and said, "I'm the most cheerful!" The crowd was delighted. He was the only one to verbally show such glee at his award. I'm sure that some of the teachers really struggled to find something that each child could receive a certificate for.

What was really touching were the children who were obviously physically and mentally challenged. One little girl got a certificate for beginning to walk with her walker or with staff assistance. As I think about the challenges that Isaiah has faced, and the milestones he's accomplished, it really makes me very thankful that learning to take unaided steps at age five is not one of them.

Puts a whole new perspective on things.

I had a green day!

“I dinnint hit no one, or kick no one, or spit on no one, or do nuffin new. I had a good day.”

It’s amazing how “nuffin new” seems to come up a lot with him.

Grandma, can I spend the night with you?

That means can he sleep upstairs in Grandpa's bed...

"If you take my place, I will be very unhappy. Not mad, just unhappy. But, if you don't take my place, you will get a prize. Because I love to sleep with Crampa because he's my best Crampa."

So, I get to sleep in the other room, in the other bed?

"That's right! Crampa needs for me to sleep with him because I will keep him company. He's my best Crampa and I love him."

Aw... how can you say no to that?? I couldn't.

Wonder what my prize is.

Flute Luukes

"Grandma, can I have breakfast? I'ne very hungry and I haven't had any food."

What would you like?

"Can I have Cimamum Coast Crunch? It's up high, by the Flute Luukes."

Little funnies

When I pick Isaiah up from latch key, he frequently has a lot to say on the drive home. Unfortunately, my "tape recorder" mind loses some of the finer details by the time I get home and get a chance to blog about his comments. It's really too bad that you all can't hear what I hear in the car. You'd be really laughing and looking forward to more car rides.

Last night was no exception. As we got into the car, Isaiah asked how old Alexander is (that's his cousin). I said he was almost two (he wouldn't understand 20 months). So, he proceeds to tell me that since Maisey is already two, she must be a kid now. She's a dog... I tried to explain to him that she would never be a kid because God made her a dog.

Isaiah: God made me a baby boy.
Me: Yes, He did.
Isaiah: I was in my mommy's tummy.
Me: Yes, you were.
Isaiah: You are my mommy's mommy and she was in your tummy. Were you in your mommy's tummy? Did you have a dad? What's his name? Where does he live?
Me (doing some fast thinking): Yes, I was in my mommy's tummy and yes, I have a dad. He's gone to live with Jesus (only way to explain death to someone like Isaiah). His name was Bill.
Isaiah: Bill is a nice name. What's your mom's name?
Me: Gigi's name is Pat.
Isaiah: I like Pat. Pat. Pat... that's a nice name. When I grow up, I'm going to be a kid. I was just a baby when I was in my mommy's tummy.
Me: That's right. God makes human babies and when they grow up, they are human kids; God makes baby dogs and other animals and when they grow up, they are still an animal.
Isaiah: I'm going to sleep in my mommy's tummy again.
Me: No, you won't fit. You're already too big.
Isaiah (laughing): Oh, that's right. Silly grandma. I'm too big to sleep in mommy's tummy.

Glad we got that settled.