- Isaac is incredibly literal. I suppose all children are, to some extent, but he is so earnestly literal that I picture him growing up to be a lot like Amelia Bedelia. (Please tell me you read the Amelia Bedelia books when you were growing up!! I thought she was HYSTERICAL!!!!). His biggest mix ups seem to come from comments teachers make at school. For instance, the night before we left for Disney, Jason and I were packing. I walked by Isaac’s room and was shocked to find him awake and sitting up in bed. I went in and he asked if I was packing the suitcases. I told him yes and then he asked me in total seriousness, “Is Miss Gena in my suitcase?”. Apparently after he told his teacher that we were going to Disney, she said she wanted to get in his suitcase and come along. He asked us many times during the trip if she was in the suitcase. And yesterday I picked him up from school and asked how his day was. His answer was, “Well, Miss Gena said she wanted to take me home. But you did, mama. You are taking me home. So I guess she wasn’t right”. I can just see her telling him he is so sweet that she wanted to take him home, and him being slightly concerned that it might actually happen. Also, Matthew had to miss his preschool Valentines party because he was sick. Matthew’s teacher brought all of his Valentines into Isaac’s class for Isaac to bring home. She told Isaac that the Valentines would make Matthew feel better. The next morning at breakfast when Matthew still had a fever, he proclaimed that Miss Nancy was WRONG. The Valentines did NOT help because Matthew was still sick. Little Isaac Bedelia.
- Isaac is always making up words. He makes up so many words that about half of the words he “makes up” are already actually words–he just hasn’t ever heard them. For instance, he will make a long stick out of Duplo blocks, wield it at me like a sword and say, “I’m spying you, mom!”. So anyway, this morning, I’m making breakfast and he says to me: “Mom, what rhymes with %$&# (a very vile, dirty word)?”. Now I am here to tell you that he has NEVER heard this word in any form. I knew that he had no idea what he was saying, so I called absolutely no attention to it. Just so you know, the answer is: SUCKER!
- I always turn my library books in on time. I just do. I am a stickler for rules. But after our trip to Disney, I got a bit behind. I am currently reading “Radical” by David Platt and it is overdue. I tried to renew it online, but a lot of people have it on reserve, so they wouldn’t let me renew it. Well, I’m not bringing it back until I’m done. So the fines, they keep racking up. Should I feel bad that the one time I decide to break the rules, it’s with a book on how to live a radically Christian lifestyle? I’m not sure. Jason thinks the fact that I’m letting fines pile up (at a whopping 5 or 10 cents per day) is about the most radical action I’ve ever taken. Yeah, I’m kind of boring…..and cheap, but by God, I’m gonna finish this book.
- I used to live in an apartment in a bad part of town. I was single and carefree, and I thought it was charming and bohemian. Besides, it was all I could afford. The upside was that the apartment building itself was gated and safe. That didn’t stop my car from getting broken into every other week, but I still always felt safe….once the big iron gate locked shut behind me. This was back in the day when only rich people had cell phones. Or maybe some regular people had them, but not me, and not most people I knew. I mean, I was buying groceries on a credit card for pete’s sake–how was I gonna have a cell phone? So anyway, outside of our apartment building was a phone, so if a guest came to see you or if you had a pizza delivered, they would have to call you and you would have to walk down to let them in. It was a real phone, not like an intercom, so the problem became that homeless people would just use it to make phone calls. So they (don’t you just love it when people say “they” and you don’t know really who that means? We will assume in this case that “they” is the apartment management, okay?) decided to remove the speaker from the mouthpiece of the phone to deter the homeless people from using it. So when I had a date or food delivered or anything like that, I had to go through this spiel and explain to them that they had to call me when they got there, but that I wouldn’t be able to hear them on the other line, so that they should just push buttons on the phone and I would hear beeping in my ear and know that there is someone at the door. I don’t know why I’m sharing that except that I think it’s funny and I don’t want to forget it.
- I don’t spend a lot of time mourning the fact that my kids are growing up and changing every day, but there are some little things that–when they go away–are going to make a small piece of my heart wither up and die. For instance if, next year, they don’t refer to February 14 as Ballantimes Day, I’m done for.