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Saturday, November 5, 2016

Isabelle Gives Me a Run for my Money

Isabelle has been on a ROLL lately. I need to start recording her around the clock because the stuff she says (and her mannerisms as she says it) is just so so great. Here are the few I've remembered to document.

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One afternoon Isabelle was showing me a picture she had drawn, but I was signing her homework sheet and not looking at her picture. In frustration she said to me, "Mom! Do you have eyes on the side [of your head]? Because every time you say, "I see," you are looking somewhere else."

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Izzy has become my little sidekick while I work out to my exercise videos. After a few days in a row of watching these videos, we had this conversation.

I: Is that girl older than everybody else? [Referencing Cat, the demonstrator for "modified exercises" if you are not up to the full exercise.]
Me: No, I think she's about the same age as everybody else.
I: Oh, she just looks older because she's fatter than them?

Wow. Nice work, Beachbody. Your tactics are so transparent even a 5-year-old can see it. We then had a long conversation about how she isn't fat, curvy doesn't necessarily mean old, and we need to be sensitive and not call people either fat or old.

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This next series is a bit long, but it's my favorite. Every day this week has had a new source of entertainment. It all started back in the beginning of the school year, when Isabelle ended up in the same Kindergarten class as her friend and neighbor, Drake. Well, their friendship quickly turned some version of puppy love, and before we knew it, they were making long-term plans.

On Thursday, I received the following text from Drake's mom:

I am breaking my son's trust right now, but I can't stop laughing!
"Mom, Izzy and I are in love! You can't tell anyone, not Izzy's mom, dad, your friends, or brothers and sisters, because I don't want to make Izzy embarrassed 'cause she said people will tease her."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, it's just you and me and Izzy that know. Yeah, Izzy says she wants to marry me. I really like her. It's ok, Mom. When we are adults we will come visit you and then her mom will move and we will live there."

I was laughing so hard when I read this, I could hardly breathe! But I didn't dare say anything to Izzy, because then she would know that Drake had spilled the beans. So I waited, and the next day...

Izzy: Mom, do you know why I want to play with Drake so much? I know it's crazy, but [pause, deep breath], Drake and I decided to date.
Me: Oh really? What does it mean "to date?"
Izzy: Oh, we do fun things together. Like [long pause] play Minecraft. Or house.
Me: Do you do lovey-dovey stuff? Like hug or kiss?
Izzy: Well, we did kiss on the playground yesterday. But not on the lips, just on the cheek.

WHAT??! Oh man, I was dying with laughter and horror simultaneously. A few minutes later she came back to me, with a dress on, her hair brushed, flower clip in place, and wearing a necklace. She asked if she could wear some of my makeup. People, she's FIIIIIIIVE. I felt like I was in the scene of Father of the Bride, where suddenly Steve Martin is sitting across the table from his tiny little daughter and she's telling him she's getting married. Except my daughter really IS tiny!

We had a good chat about how she and Drake are probably too young to date and kiss, and she's definitely too young for makeup, but we could arrange some playdates and they could be very good friends until they grow up. A lot.

So the next day, at dinner, I asked Isabelle how school had been that day.

Me: Any kissing today?
Izzy: [smiling] No, but we did other romantic things.
Me: Romantic things? What romantic things?
Izzy: You know, we held hands, hugged, blushed...
Me: You blushed? What does that even mean?
Izzy: MOM! Pink spots right here! [Points to her cheeks.]

Well, snakes alive, I didn't think she knew what that meant. The conversation quickly deteriorated after that, with Savannah telling me that she and her best boy buddy get teased and chased on the playground, and Logan admitting that people sing the K-I-S-S-I-N-G song about him and another girl. I sat there, stunned and alone (Jeff was out of town), trying to comprehend how all three of my school-age children were in pseudo-relationships and I had no idea.

Heaven help me in 10 years.

October in a Pumpkin

October is a fun month. Not my favorite month, but still fun. It was made more fun this year by the unseasonably warm weather that has lingered through this entire month and is still going! The day we visited the pumpkin patch I was in flip flops.



There's a pretty fun and modestly priced pumpkin patch close to our house that I thought would be fun to try out. It wasn't nearly as scenic as the one we visited last year, but it would do. I had the brilliant idea to go on a Tuesday, since Monday is family night in these parts and the crowds would be heavy. Well, my plans backfired when it turned out to be First Responders night--all first responders and their families get in free--and the place was packed! Oh well, the more the merrier?



We only had an hour before the patch closed, and so we didn't get to everything, but it was far more fun than I anticipated. And the actual pumpkin patch had some decent options if you like picking your squash off the vine. I also picked up some tools at the patch to help make our carving a little less painful.


This gutter was a-MAZ-ing. I had all four pumpkins gutted in less than 20 minutes. And as a bonus, you could shave the sides of the walls so they were easier to carve. Why has it taken me so long to invest in one of these?



Then we used our new pumpkin cutters to make quick and easy (and perfect!) faces in our jack-o-lanterns. Just position, hammer, and extract. Easy peasy! Everyone did their own pumpkin with minimal help from mom and dad.



One rainy evening, we met up with Byron and Erica to walk through a free haunted house put on by a family in Spanish Fork that adores Halloween. They had converted their side yard and garage into a pirate ship and had some pretty impressive special effects for a homemade haunted house! Afterwards, we treated ourselves to some ice cream at Culvers, where Logan and Byron compared biceps. Logan may have been cheating a bit.


Grandma and Grandpa Pendleton hosted a Halloween party for the grandkids at their house. Grandma invited Savannah to come help decorate and plan for the party (and then Isabelle invited herself), and the three of them put together one heck of a party! Delicious food, eating donuts off a string, and a glow stick dance rendition of the Monster Mash were just a few of the highlights.


For the first time ever, we were able to trick-or-treat at Dad's office! Before, that would have meant heading upstairs to his home office, but now we are able to visit the corporate offices, which have been decorated to the nines and are stocked with a very generous supply of candy. Grandma Pendleton also works at Imagine Learning, and her department had decorated with a board game theme. It was so cute and clever! One set of cubicles was Monopoly, one was Clue, and another Twister.



Finally, October culminated with trick-or-treating for the very first time in our new neighborhood. It was around this time last year that we learned we were moving to Utah, and what a year it's been! We sure love where we have landed, and our neighbors are some of the best ever. They spoiled our kids rotten with candy and love and everyone came home full of excitement and sugar.

Costumes: A pirate gypsy, a Pokemon paleontologist/professor, Nemo, and a witch

School Pictures

I did something this year I've never done before: I bought school pictures. Savannah's came home first, and I was surprised to see they turned out pretty well. As the other kids' proofs came home over the next week, I was amazed to see all three were decent pictures! So I buckled down and paid the astronomical rates for school pictures. (Although I did find the very cheapest package that would give me digital images, since that was all I cared about.) I figure at some point down the road, it might be nice to have a formal school photo or two, and these are about as good as it's ever going to get. I sure adore my cute grade schoolers!