Izzyisms Volume 11

On March 18, 2011, in Kid, by Wendy

Sung to the tune of twinkle twinkle little star: now I love you everybody it’s time to go to bed.

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Izzy woke up and didn’t get out of bed right away. She said she’s going to lay here and rest a bit. She got up to color, but laid back down and said she was exhausted because she ran around too much today.

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Flies are my best friends and snails are scared of me.

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Izzy is putting her toys to bed. She’s talking in her falsetto mommy voice to her babies: it’s time for night-nights. Do you know what time it is? It’s 14 hours. It’s time to go to sleep.

 

Izzyisms Volume 10

On March 13, 2011, in Kid, Uncategorized, by Wendy

After a particularly rough evening with an overtired and cranky baby…
Wendy: will you be a good girl tomorrow?
Izzy: No! I want to be a good girl right now!

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Sung to the tune of twinkle twinkle little star: now I love you everybody it’s time to go to bed.

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Izzy woke up and didn’t get out of bed right away. She said she’s going to lay here and rest a bit. She got up to color, but laid back down and said she was exhausted because she ran around too much today.

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While petting the hair that grows on my arms, Izzy says: you have a beard on your wrist. Just like daddy!

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Wendy: Why do you like Kipper (a TV show I don’t like) so much?
Izzy: He entertains me a little bit.

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Executed my first real disciplinary action against Izzy tonight. She’s been playing games at toothbrush time. I warned her last night if she did it again, I would take away all of her My Little Ponies. Well, she messed around and I had to follow through. You should have heard her howl: nooooooo! Please don’t take my ponies. I promise to be good.

Absolutely heart breaking.

 

Izzyisms Volume 9

On March 8, 2011, in Kid, by Wendy

Izzy, pointing at Taco Bell: Let’s have lunch there.
Mitch: Your mom is home cooking dinner.
Izzy: Well, how about just you and me then?

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Izzy walked up to a little girl at the playground: Hi! My name is Izzydora. Want to play?

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While playing in the sand, Izzy asks Mitch: Can you make a Christmas tree out of here?
Mitch: I don’t think the sand is going to stick together, but I will try.
After looking at the “tree” mound, Izzy says: Can you make a penis out of here, daddy?

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After having a potty accident, Izzy says: I’m sorry. Can I help you clean it up?

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Wendy: Where is your tail?
Izzy: I don’t have one. I am a girl and I have a butt.

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As I was putting Izzy to sleep: Anneke slept in my crib and it’s not fair. My pillow smells like Anneke.

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Izzy: We are going to eat food when we see your parents. Peas and pie and pizza and cheese.

 

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