In the spirit of turning three, Isaac has adopted an, "I'm three" attitude, which is interesting, to say the least. He acts completely insulted when we do something he doesn't want us to do, and I hear, "No, ma!" about three hundred times a day. He has about ten understandable words to his vocabulary and somehow manages to boss us around until he finally falls asleep at night.
Today we made quite the scene at Stride Rite, where we were ultimately in search of sandals for Isabella but then I thought, what the heck, Isaac could use a pair of shoes that breathe a little more than his boos (or, boots). As you know, finding a pair of shoes to fit over his braces is a monumental task. Isaac screaming as loudly as possibly makes it even more monumental, and then, when he repeats the same sounds over and over again when you aren't trying shoes on him...well, it's a situation that begs people to stare at you. And they did. And I pretended not to notice, and hoped they thought he was eighteen months old. Things like that are still acceptable at that age, right? Who knows. And I'm trying really hard not to care.
It was very cold on Isaac's birthday, but there happened to be a community expo going on, so we had the opportunity to see a helicopter up close (Isaac screamed, even though he is obsessed with all things that fly, or are otherwise known as beedows--I have no idea how he came up with that word, but that is what he calls airplanes, rockets, and helicopters), a firetruck (whoo whoo--more Isaac terminology), a zoo show, and a bubble show.
Isaac loves bubbles. He volunteered to go on stage many times, and would shout from the front row and raise his hands and say, "ME ME, GO ME!" He was finally chosen, freaked out, and decided it was best to observe.
A little bike from Aunt Rosie, which no one was allowed to touch, look at, or go near once it was put together...Isaac didn't even go near it. He had to circle it for about a day until he finally sat on it.
We enjoyed dinner with friends, and since Isaac is a pirate at heart, we bought pirate plates and napkins which he loved, but of course he didn't eat anything. As I spent that day cooking, I couldn't help but think of the irony that I planned his birthday meal and dessert regardless of the fact that he wouldn't eat a single bit of it. On the day he stuffs his face with a cupcake, I will be one proud mama.
Birthday candle excitement...