Izzy Ballerina

The first thing Isabel said this morning when she woke up was "I want to wear my tutu, momma"

I made her a tutu for a costume parade that she had at her daycare a few weeks ago (the tutu was a spur of the moment thing, cost about $3 and about 5 minutes to make. She helped me put the petals in)

She's about as graceful as an elephant =)

Fulfilled!

I mentioned here that I wanted to run in a race/marathon.

I've never been athletic. Ever. I can't throw straight. (my arm is weirdly twisted when I hold it out straight) I can't jump. I don't like water.

I think as I grew older (as in like, 7) I became more self-conscious, and thus, began to doubt my abilities.

But I've always been in awe with people who have athletic grace and ability. Actually, I'm pretty much in awe of people who do things better than I do. I suppose it's one way for me to continuously push myself to be better. But I digress. So, I've always been in awe of athletic people. And I've always wanted to be able to be one of those people who run so effortlessly. Plus, I've been hearing the excuse "Oh, I'm going running" far too many times by then, which makes me feel like he thinks I'm the stupidest person alive. So I wanted to do something that says that at least ONE of us were really, truly running.

So I began going to the gym. I couldn't run for more than 2 minutes. It was pretty sad. But I persisted. I began taking classes - kickboxing, Zumba.

And I tried again at the treadmill after a few months. I could run for 15 minutes now, at 5.0 mph. I was thrilled!

To push even further, I coerced a bunch of colleagues and signed up for a 3.5 mile race.

I can't say I "trained". I never ran for more than 2.5 miles at a time, I hurt my neck/shoulder and was out of commission 3 weeks, which left me 2 weeks before the race. But I did my best

The results could have been better, but I'm pretty proud of myself . That I finished, and I ran as much as I could. (I did walk for probably about 1/2 mile. I had to breathe!)

And I'm going to keep going at it.

And I love how I'm one of those now who jogs/runs along the boardwalk at the beach near my house. =)

An Izzy Update

I haven't done this in awhile, and figured I probably should.

Izzy is now 2 years, 6 months and 19 days old. 

I have a 2 1/2 year old. How did that happen?

She's been potty training for awhile now - just some lacksidaisal approach, but now that she's moved into the potty training room at daycare, I've been trying to be more diligent about it.

To help things, she's got new underwear. Dora underwear, no less. Which she loves.

Although she pees in them, which I don't love.

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She fights bedtime like there's no tomorrow. Why do kids do this? Then she'll wake up (late) all whiny because she's tired. 

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She's talking. Really talking. We hold actual conversations. Her favorite comeback these days?

"You're not the teacher. I'm the teacher"

To which I reply, "No, I'm not the teacher. I'm Momma"

 

Other conversations:

Momma: I'm tired. I want to cuddle

Izzy: Daddy's not here. Izzy's here. I'm sorry, momma

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Momma:  Do you want to wear these?

Izzy: NO

Momma: Which one do you want to wear? You pick

Izzy: Ummm.........hmmmmm.........................this one. It has hearts.....and pockets....and it fits just nice.

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Something I taught her as we went into alternate weekends with her daddy:

Momma: When you miss Momma and you can't find Momma, where's Momma?

Izzy: In my heart.

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She loves her babies, and will give them story time, circle time, potty time and take them out for walks.

I bought a stroller from a yard sale so she has an outside stroller that she'll use when we go for walks around the neighbourhood.

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She's a pouter. Especially when she doesn't get what she wants.

She gets over it pretty quickly. Thank goodness. But there are times where she doesn't. And that's not so fun.

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She loves music, and she dominates the radio in the car. We listen to stories, or nursery rhymes

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She loves the playground. As do most kids, I suppose. When in the swings, she'll say "Push me, momma. I want to go up to the sky!" 

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She is the love of my life, my purple sunshine and the biggest pain in my patootie.

And I love her. Very much, indeed