Saturday Fun

Be honest.  The only reason any one reads this blog is to see pictures of Izzie.  Don't worry, the only reason I write it is to share pictures of Izzie.  Since I have been behind on new pictures of Iz, I thought I would use today as a catch up.  Tomorrow, I will try to add a 10,000 Reasons post.

Let's start with Bulldogs cutest cheerleader.  I was a little worried about this weekend because every time we mention a Gator she says Chomp, Chomp and claps her hands like Gator fans do. Her daddy was not too happy about that.  I remedied it by teaching her something inappropriate.  Now she goes chomp, chomp and does the kill sign across her throat. And the Parent of the Year Award goes to....

What sport are we watching?

Baby watching the game

Izzie loves to read and color.  She is helping "Baby" and "Baby Dawl" color.

Izzie insisted that I pin her baby bottle in her hair with a clothes pin.  This is her Project Runway moment.

Make it work!

Ok...so the next one is probably a little wrong of me, but I couldn't resist.  When you are done with that, can you fix my toilet?

Just a little dress up.  No big deal.

This child loves the bath so much that it doesn't matter if she has water or not.

First Calgary Visit

We have been visiting Rusty in Calgary for the last couple of days, and it has been...well...interesting. 

We are staying in a hotel with the strangest staff ever; I am not sure they have it all together here.  I went down stairs to do some reading in the lobby while Rusty and Izzie were sleeping, and the front desk lady spent approximately 37 minutes talking about how she and her husband are traveling around to see Judas Priest on their final tour starting in Las Vegas. That is their favorite band, and the JP catalog in her brain was creepy, not to mention her enthusiastically foul language.  Then yesterday, the maid just walked in our room without knocking to make sure we were still checked in.  I realize that we have had the Do Not Disturb sign on for a couple of days, but Hello! would it kill ya to knock? Rusty was changing his shirt when she walked in, so you know, AWKWARD. Oh did I mention I talked to the creepy Judas Priest fanatic at least four times (discussing issues with the room) and each time she asked my room number.  So...yes...we are still checked in.

Rusty is working the night shift and sleeps during the day (hence the Do Not Disturb sign), so Izzie and I have to make ourselves scarce in the mornings.  We have had to be creative to find things to do that are inside (the temperatures are in the 20s in the mornings...at least I think so...I can't read Celsius...that is my best Fahrenheit guess) and not super expensive.  Fortunately, there is a web site that archives all of the family activities in Calgary. We went to this cool coffee shop that has a huge indoor play place for toddlers, a fun book store for kids with a free story time, and the outlet mall near our hotel has a free play place.  You can get good deals and wear out the kiddo at the same time.  Score!

This morning Izzie went to her first movie in a movie theater.  Before you wag your finger in judgement, I realize TV and movies at this age are bad for her, but I challenge you to find free things to do in a new city.  That's right, I said free. The local theaters were having a community day and showing certain movies for free.  We chose Happy Feet, and she did pretty well.  We only spilled half a bag of popcorn all over the floor, and she made it through 3/4 of the movie before her dancing in the aisle got too distracting to ignore. A general success, I'd say.

We are heading back to Fernie tomorrow which is probably a good thing since Izzie has gone all Keith Moon on our hotel room and destroyed the place.  In addition to general messiness, rhe ripped a full length mirror off the wall.  I'm talking dry wall falling on her head damage. At least we know someone who hangs things for a living. Rusty was able to fix it, so they won't know but Geeze!  The good news is Rusty will be off for 10 days starting Wednesday.  Yay!

I don't have a camera with me now, so no fun pictures.  I promise I will take plenty in the next week to make up for the lack of posts and pics.

Ciao

PS- I was just reading through this, and Izzie sneezed.  I didn't say anything because I was reading, and she said, "Umm, Bless you, Izzie" with a tone that chastised my rudeness.  I'm glad she keeps me in line. 

Life of a Ludite and Izzie Says

Bet you thought I had already given up on the blog...be honest.  Well that is understandable.  Actually we moved into our own apartment up here, and we haven't set up cable or internet, yet. What?  No TV?! That is crazy talk. I know.  Believe it or not, I am actually enjoying it, but don't tell Rusty.  My posts may not be as frequent for the next couple of weeks, but I promise to pick up the pace when the internet comes back.

So I thought I would catch you up on Izzie Says because she has been cracking us up and quite frankly amazing us.

Izzie Says...
I have two good stories from this week.
Last Tuesday I went to see a movie with Iris and left Izzie and Rusty to hang out together for the evening.  I came home at 9:30pm (an hour and a half past Izzie's bed time) to find them sitting on the couch eating cookies. 

I asked them, "What's up, guys? Why is Izzie not wearing the PJs I laid out for her?"
Izzie jumped down ran to her room and said, "Water!" Completely telling on her Daddy.

Rusty said he put her to bed with a sippy cup of water (forgetting to put the stopper in it).  A few minutes later, she was screaming.  He went to check on her and noticed her water was empty. Her head, clothes and bed were soaking wet.  He picked her up, and she said, "Towel, Daddy."  He felt so bad he let her stay up and eat cookies. 

 Here is a sweet shot of the culprits from earlier...

Story Two
Day before yesterday, I was late getting dinner ready.  I was feeding Izzie as I cooked, and by the time Rusty and I sat down we just started digging in.  Izzie held out her hands and said, "Pray!" Rusty and I felt so bad, but we are thankful our 19 month old is holding us accountable.


More Izzie Says...
Sockett Ball                  Translation: Soccer Ball
Dawgs...Woof!              Translation: Goooo Dawgs! Sic em! Woof, Woof, Woof!
Ear She As: Daddy!       Translation: There you are, Daddy.
Oh Boy!                        She says this when she is excited.
Weaky! Weaky! Weaky!  Oh No! Where Weaky Go, Dowa?  Boots?  (This is actually a reenactment of an episode of Dora in which Boots lost his rubber toy named Squeaky.  We hear this at least twice a day.)

Have a Great Week! Oh and if you are in Canada, Happy Thanksgiving!