Oh Isaac. . .

• Awhile back Nate, Isaac, and I were in the basement. Nate and I were watching the US Open Tennis Tournament. It was early on in the tourney, so I didn't recognize the girls playing. One gal wasn't doing so swell, and I made the comment, "Wow! She's really stinkin' up the place." Isaac, wanting so badly to participate in the conversation said, "Yeah, that's DISGUSTING!" Nate and I could not stop laughing.

• The other day, I asked Isaac to "do me a favor." Olivia had dropped a toy behind the dresser/changing table, and I knew Isaac could easily reach it. He gladly complied. Then he looked at me and said, "Mommy, can you do me a fever? Can you move this chair over here?" I said no because it was not a good place for the chair to be, but a few seconds later, he asked me again, "Mommy, can you do me a fever?" Pointing to some baby toys that HE had placed at the bottom of the stairs, he asked, "Can you pick up those baby toys and put them in the basket, please?" It was so cute. I probably did end up picking up the toys. . . always do. . .

• Isaac wanted to wear his new "colts outfit" (see my other blog for the picture) to school today. When we were getting out of the car at school, Isaac was so excited and said, "Mommy, Miss Amber is going to LOVE my Colts outfit!" His Daddy is so proud that he's so into fashion. . .

• And my favorite, the other day we were in the kitchen. I had a box of the babies' cereal out. I typically buy the Gerber brand of cereal, so of course there is a picture of the Gerber baby on the front. Isaac saw it and said, "Look, Mommy! It's JESUS!" So cute. . . (Isaac thinks of and relates to Jesus as Baby Jesus most of the time).

No cape. . .

So Isaac informed me at dinner tonight that I am not SuperMommy because I don't have a "black thing back there" (in his words as he indicated that I do not have a cape).

But somehow he is SuperIsaac because he does, indeed, have an (imaginary) cape. . .

It's a wonder how his imagination works amazingly to his advantage!

Obedience

I have been talking to Isaac a lot about what it means to obey and what it means to disobey. We've talked about how it makes Mommy (or Daddy) happy when he chooses to obey, and it makes Mommy (or Daddy) sad when he chooses to disobey. I've also pulled the Jesus card and have talked about how it makes Jesus happy when Isaac obeys us, but it makes Jesus sad when he doesn't obey us. Bad SuperMom, I know.

Tonight Isaac was, well, choosing to disobey. So I reminded him that it does not make me happy when he disobeys.

Then Isaac said, on his own, "Sorry, Mommy!" I thanked him for his apology and told him how nice it was.

A few seconds later I heard, "Sorry, Jesus!"

AW. . .

Little does Isaac know how happy he just made Jesus (and Mommy). . .

Ooh. . . what have I done?

The other day I took all 3 kids out shopping for Nate's birthday gift. The babies were in their stroller, and Isaac was walking next to me. He was starting to wander away a little bit, so I gave him a big warning. . . and I'm thinking I may have done some psychological damage! I told him that he needed to stay right beside the stroller because I didn't want him to get lost or have a stranger take him. Ooh. I know what you're thinking. That's bad. . . Well, it worked that day, except the whole time we were walking around, Isaac was saying, "Where's the stranger?" and "The stranger can't take me, Mommy!" I was sort of hoping that he would forget about it, but he mentioned it again yesterday. He heard someone cough in the parking lot and said, "Oh, that's a stranger!" I've created a monster!

I have started talking to Isaac about what he should do if someone he doesn't know asks him to go with them. . . which is okay, I think. He should know about this. . . and I think he is old enough to understand it as I am presenting to him in an age-appropriate manner. I wasn't going to use it as a warning anymore, though. . .

And then today happened. . . we were all at Babies R Us shopping for a new car seat, and Isaac kept running down the aisles. I was growing so tired of it, that I told him he'd better "Come here!" Then I bent down and said, "You need to stay next to Mommy and Daddy. I don't want a stranger to take you, and I don't want you to get lost!" I can't remember exactly how I worded it, but it sounded a lot better coming out of my mouth at the time than it does as I type it and read it to myself!

But the kid didn't budge from my side again. . .

Psychological damage, I know. . . and you'd think a SuperMommy would be able to control her 3 year old better, huh?!