This chicken little has turned into such a funny little character. She talks ridiculously well for not even being two years old, and has a great sense of humor. She tries to sweet talk and smile her way out of things, and although we try to be firm, sometimes she is so darn funny we just have to laugh and move on.
My favorite phrase right now is, "I cannot beWEEVE it." She says it all the time, and sometimes accompanies it with hands covering her mouth. "Mommy, the moon is out! I cannot beweeve it." Or, "Mommy, there's Big Bird. I cannot beweeve it!" And she knows we think it's adorable and charming so she uses it even more often.
Izzie's play has gotten really imaginative lately. She loves playing with babies and changing their pants, or pretending to be a super hero, and she loves to pretend to be doctor with the kit she got for Christmas from Auntie Brittany. She is pretty thorough in her examination...
"What you name?" and then pretends to write on the clipboard when I say "Allison".
"What Daddy's name?" and then writes again when I say "Bryan".
"What my name?" and writes again.
Then she says, "Ohhhkay" and holds the pen up to her lips like she's really working on a diagnosis. She's a genius--if all doctor's used such a short process wouldn't we all be happier?
There is nothing better than hearing her sweet little voice singing. She now sings all verses of "You Are My Sunshine", and if that doesn't just break your heart I don't know what will. She gives ferocious hugs accompanied by "I wuv you much!". She asks us to cry and then gives us kisses to make us feel better. She rubs our backs and pets our heads. She asks "You doin' okay?" and tells us we look gorgeous. She says, "Oh, Mommy! It's windy! C'mere--I got you!" and then wraps those teeny arms around my neck to try and protect me. She is precious as can be.
All of that to say, she is sassy squared right now. Isabel will tilt her head and look out of the corner of her eye, as if to say, "Yeah, whatever Mom." She will attempt something naughty (dragging a stool over to the tv to try and steal the remote), and then cover it up ("I just sitting here..."). She'll kick the dogs and then tell us, "I kick Maya." Just today in the car she was mad and said, "Come here, Mommy. I want to hit you." Or she'll ask one parent and then try the other when she doesn't get the answer she wants--"Mommy, can I have candy? Daddy said no." I guess we can appreciate her honesty, however, despite all the naughtiness.
Which reminds me of another story... She was at T's house and Avery started crying. Em found the girls in the living room and Avery was on the floor. Em said, "What happened, did Aves fall down?" and Iz said "Yesh." A couple minutes later she showed up in the kitchen. "T? I push Avie." And Em thought she wanted to push her in her new car. Iz clarified--"I push Avie, she fall down, she cry." Confession time!
She is exhausting and hilarious and intelligent and sweet and sassy and for every moment I want to pull my hair out there are three more that make me think we don't deserve for such a precious little being to be ours!
