This blog is a story of two parents, both special educaton teachers, trying to raise a first grader and a precocious preschooler. We love to travel, cook, tend to our "backyard farm", and spend time with each other.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Time with Izzy
Today starts our 24 day holiday with Izzy. I am off of work for three weeks so we are going to have the longest vacation together since I was on maternity leave. We are excited to spend time with her and hope to work on potty training while we are at it. We have a few family get togethers planned, my sister will be in and out of town as are my parents, we are going for our trip to San Francisco and Monterey with hopes of staying in Carmel, the local library has a Sing, Giggle, and Wiggle program, maybe hit a few local museums with our free passes, have play dates with our next door neighbors, walks around the neighborhood to watch the birds and stare into the drains with the pictures of fish on them, and hope to spend time with some cousins. Best of all we won't be waking up at 5 am to commute each day. Yeah to sleeping in.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Congratulations!
Izzy told me she wanted to congratulate her Auntie Kari who just finished her nursing program. Now we can call her and get "real" medical advice from a trained professional and boy does mommy love to call and say "What should I do about....?"
Yoga Baby
Here is Izzy doing her "Yoga pose". Just imagine her doing this in the middle of the living room randomly. Again is this normal for a 22 month old?
A Carousal Horse
Paul and I decided to go out to dinner with Izzy after work one night. As we were sitting there, Isabella noticed a carousal horse as a partition.

She identified it and then went into a melt down because we wouldn't let her get out of the booth to ride it. We looked like such horrible parents, not being able to control our kid and worse off, we were taking pictures of her melt down.

She identified it and then went into a melt down because we wouldn't let her get out of the booth to ride it. We looked like such horrible parents, not being able to control our kid and worse off, we were taking pictures of her melt down.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
New Words
She was standing on her tower and looked over at me and said "Bless you".
She walked out of the bathroom towards the kitchen and looked at Paul and said, "How are you?"
"I'm sorry."
Grace and courtesy, our skill in practice.
She walked out of the bathroom towards the kitchen and looked at Paul and said, "How are you?"
"I'm sorry."
Grace and courtesy, our skill in practice.
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