I found some old Izzyisms in a draft email from 8/7/13. Enjoy!
Wendy: please don’t eat that egg carton. It has salmonella on it.
Isadora: what’s salmonella?
Wendy: a disease you can get from raw eggs and it will make you very sick.
Isadora: okay. It’s not easy having a kid, is it?
Wendy: real talk.
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Isadora was generally misbehaving tonight so I took away a privilege and she started to cry.
Wendy: look, I am being firm with you. Daddy says I am not firm enough with you so this is the way it’s going to be. Get used to it. You misbehave you loose privilege. You cooperate, you keep privilege.
Isadora: I don’t like firm! I don’t like firm! Waaaaaa! I hate firm! I don’t want it! Can you please stop being firm?
Wendy: what are you going to do next time?
Izzy: cooperate.
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Izzy is sitting at the breakfast table staring off into the distance.
Wendy: What are you thinking about?
Isadora: I’m just watching a movie in my brain.
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Isadora came into the kitchen tonight and saw that the flour canister was on the counter. She offered to put it away, and I let her. I told her she is always such a big help in the kitchen, and I appreciate her assistance. She said, “Oh Mama, I’ll never leave you hanging.”
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I let Izzy cut her own dinner with a sharp knife tonight. She is so excited about practicing her knife skills. She asked if she could go to knife school when she is six.
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On our morning walk to the car, Isadora says: Why aren’t these people loving our city? Instead, they are pooping all over it?
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Izzy: if we find an orphan, can I keep her as my sister? She can share my bed with me.
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Isadora: I’m going to take the cats with me when I grow up and move away.
Wendy: Oh, yeah? Where are you going to move to?
Isadora: Europe.
Wendy: Which part of Europe?
Isadora: The left side.
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Wendy: Hurry up! I want to go to Happy Hour.
Isadora: every hour is Happy Hour.
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Wendy: I’m feeling a little loopy. I don’t know if its the wine or the altitude.
Isadora: it’s the wine
Wendy: touché.
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I just spent the last twenty minutes listening to screams from my daughter:
I wanted kitchen water! Not bathroom water! Kitchen water kitchen water kitchen water! Waaaaaa! Kitchen water! Waaaa! Not bathroom water! kitchen water!
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Wendy: so how was Rock Band Land?
Isadora: it was fun. There is one girl my age and she wore a yellow shirt. There are a lot of boys.
W: Were the boys nice to you?
I: I got to play the cow bell and it was a lot of fun.
W: life is definitely more fun when you add Cow Bells.
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Isadora says: There’s nothing more important than music, except for friends.
