Ok, so almost a whole month later here I sit blogging about Isey Vee. I've been feeling so bad that I didn't do this sooner, but at least I'm doing it NOW.
Isaac...Oh this kid gets sweeter by the day. He's the driest sponge harvested ever, wanting to suck the knowledge out of everything as if it were the last drops of ocean out there. The kid says stuff, and Mike and I look at each other and wonder where he learned that. He doesn't watch TV so it's not from that, maybe from Wall-e and Curious George??
Isaac's language skills are flourishing at a lightning speed in English which is now more dominant than Portuguese. It's so not fair. Sometimes I have to not talk to him, saying that I will only talk if he speaks to me in Portuguese. He does, and I'm glad he still does speak it and that he's not fighting it. It's just that his English feels more comfortable now.
He is turning into one considerate, loving, obedient(for the most part) child. He's been enjoying Mike's recent time off(more days off at home with us). He loves taking all the recycling to the dump with Dad, which has made him very interested in being green. There's a PBS Kids game called Eeko World that he loves, and he loves talking about solar lights, and water preservation and the like. One time we were at Target getting some things for his new bathroom, and he says "If you don't want your parents anymore, you put them in the recycling bin." I laughed so hard when he said that (can't you just picture my loud and boisterous laugh), I swear everyone at Target heard me. Now he says it off and on to get a kick out of seeing me laugh.
For example a couple months ago we went out to our favorite pizzeria in Santa Fe, and behinds us were these plants. All of a sudden we hear a crash and crack and tumble. Isaac had pulled a plant so hard it fell off the metal stand onto a huge terra cotta pot and then to the floor. Everything was broken and I lost it. I asked him what in the world was he thinking? He said: "I was trying to compost, mom". I know...
I seriously could've never imagined I could love a kid so much, and seeing him grow and become such a nice little person, it's just to die for. I'm so proud of him. So I kept asking what he wanted for his birthday: a party and little presents or no party and big presents. Of course he fell for the big presents, but at the last minute he wanted a party. Oh I felt so bad, it was too late to really have one, so I got a cake and had his favorite friends come over. At the end of the night when everyone had left Isaac wanted to open the last of his presents. So we went into the garage where I had assembled one of those power wheels Jeep, and had a couple presents. He loved his little Jeep!
