Izzy: I like sad songs.
Wendy: why do you like sad songs?
Izzy: because they make me smile when they are gone.
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Isadora: Some day I want a tattoo on my back.
Wendy: what do you want a tattoo of?
Isadora: a butterfly. A big glittery butterfly.
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I love you even though you are not from outer space.
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After I picked Isadora up from Day care, she informed me that she is not ashamed of us. I will reminder of this moment when she is a teenager.
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I went out for drinks with a friend one night. When Izzy woke up the next morning, she asked me if I had fun on my play date.
Wendy: Tell me what you know about Thanksgiving.
Izzy: We eat turkey and pie! And I say thank you, mama, for taking such good care of me.
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Izzy: your job is to take care of me, right?
Wendy: Yes, it is. Am I doing an okay job so far?
Izzy: yeah, it’s okay.
Wendy: or am I doing a pretty good job?
Izzy: you’re doing pretty okay.
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Mommy? Do you want me to have a papaya head?
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Mommy, please write a letter to Santa an tell him not to bring any presents to the elevator because he is soooo cranky.
(our elevator can be a bit touchy)
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Wendy: did you eat your peas at lunch today?
Izzy: no
Wendy: why not?
Izzy: because when Pei Pei opened them they went kablaam all over the place!
While playing with a deck of cards…
Izzy: I found all the queens!
Wendy: Are you a queen?
Izzy: No, I am a genius.
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After the Cirque du Soleil show…
Wendy: Did you like the show?
Izzy: Yes!
Wendy: What was your favorite part?
Izzy: The dancing and the end.
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I’m too tired for cabbage, but I’m not to tired for this (spaetzle).
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Mommy, when I am grown up and can take care of myself, you can still call me Baby.
When you are three years old, you do not have to worry about yourself to die. When you are old and a half, you do need to worry about yourself to die.
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Wendy: Can I hold your hand?
Izzy: No but I still love you.
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Izzy picked my bra up off the floor and said: Can I wear your booby shoes?
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Izzy: I am Santa Claus. Here is your present. (she handed me a plastic pillow puff from a box that we just received in the mail.)
Wendy: But Santa, I asked for a pony
Izzy: Whoops! Too bad!
When you’re in jail, they take all your memories away.
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Wendy: do you like daddy’s tail?
Izzy: daddy does not have a tail.
Wendy: yes he does. It is yellow with black stripes.
Izzy: (yelling angrily) daddy does not have a tail because he is human!
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While snacking on her trick or treat haul…
Wendy: when are you going to eat some real food?
Isadora: tomorrow!
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Hours after her Halloween binge…
Izzy: My tummy hurts. I didn’t know I shouldn’t eat so much sugar.
Coarse salt and ground pepper
1 cup long-grain white rice
4 slices bacon, thinly sliced crosswise
1 garlic clove, minced
1 medium yellow onion, diced medium
1 can (28 ounces) diced tomatoes
1 bunch collard greens, chard, kale or cabbage, center ribs removed, leaves sliced crosswise
2 teaspoons extra-virgin olive oil
1 pound large shrimp, peeled and deveined
Hot-pepper sauce, such as Tabasco, for serving
In a small saucepan, bring 1 1/2 cups salted water to a boil. Add rice and return to a boil. Cover, reduce to a simmer, and cook until rice is tender, about 15 minutes. Remove pan from heat and let stand 5 minutes. Fluff rice with a fork.
Meanwhile, in a large skillet, cook bacon, stirring occasionally, over medium until browned and crisp, about 10 minutes. With a slotted spoon, transfer bacon to paper towels to drain. Add garlic and onion to skillet; season with salt and pepper. Cook, stirring occasionally, until onion is soft, 5 minutes. Add tomatoes and collards; season with salt and pepper. Cover and cook until collards are tender, about 10 minutes. Transfer to a medium bowl. Wipe skillet clean.
In skillet, heat oil over medium-high and add shrimp. Season with salt and pepper and cook, undisturbed, 2 minutes. Add collard mixture and cook until shrimp are opaque throughout, 2 minutes. To serve, spoon mixture over rice and top with bacon and a few dashes hot sauce.
Source: Martha Stewart
Mitch: Look Izzy. I’m trying to be as straight-forward with you as possible.
Isadora: Well, I’m being straight-backward with you!
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Can I sleep in? I didn’t have a night nap.
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I need the iPhone. I need to look for coupons and do my menus.
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With a very mean frown, Isadora brandished a butter knife and proclaimed: anybody gets cut, you’re going to jail.
(I have to wonder what she’s watching when she pulls up Netflix. I caught her trying to watch Breaking Bad this evening.)
