Isaiah has learned to assert himself into the noise and chaos of a larger family. Our daily dinner together is never quiet. Our goal is always to have one person talking at a time, but often one or more people are talking and one person is singing a Disney song.
Isaiah sits in his booster seat watching the dinner show, occasionally imitating some of the words and sounds he hears. When he needs something he interjects, yelling what he needs, "BREAD! BREAD! BREAD! BREAD!" Until one of us responds, "Ok, Isaiah. I'll get you some more bread."
Isaiah loves all things cooking related. He pulls out pots and pans and imitates my cooking perfectly. He takes off a lid, stirs his imaginary soup, bangs the spoon on the side of the pot, and puts the lid back on. Just like mommy.
Anytime something is on the stove or in the oven, he yells, "MOMMY UP UP UP!" Until I pick him up and show him exactly what's cooking.
Isaiah can't get enough of playing outside on our gated driveway in front of our house. He stands at our front door yelling, "OUTSIDE! OUTSIDE!" When he gets outside, he throws rocks, grabs fistfuls of dirt, swings on his tummy on the swing, and yells "NAHM NAHM NAHM!" (Thai for water) when he wants me to turn on the outside faucet.
When Isaiah gets hurt, he not only cries from the pain, but he gets angry. The last time he got shots, he was in a rage for about 15 minutes! He also strongly dislikes the little fuzzy, hairballs that get caught in the corner of the room and swirl in the wind of the fan. When he sees them, his whole body tenses up and he yells (so much yelling with this one!) "FUH! FUH! FUH!" (which is his questionable sounding word for "fuzz") until someone picks it up and throws it away.
This picture has nothing to do with anything... but that face!
Isaiah's ability to speak exploded a couple of months ago. He went from grunting to get his needs met to, well, yelling his needs. His Thai babysitter watches him two mornings a week, so there are a fair number of Thai words in the mix.
One day, we were sitting on the ground reading books. Every time he brought me a new book from the bookshelf she said "nah seuh." After wondering for a while what "nah seuh" was, it hit me. He was saying "book" in Thai - "nang-seuh."
His favorite word for many months has been the Thai word for tickle - jak-a-chee. He says it all the time. Once I asked him, "Isaiah, can you say Jesus?" He responded, "Jak a Jesus!" Another time, I said, "Isaiah, can you count? One, two, three!" He responded, "Jak, a, chee!"
Isaiah pretty much hates being alone. But, if a sister is in the same room as him, he can play hard for a long time. In the morning, when Michael brings him into the kitchen after he wakes up, he peers around the corner, straining his neck to see which of his sisters is awake. When he sees one or both he points and identifies them, "DORA!" "DACE!"
He wants to be just like Grace and Cora. He once even begged me to do his hair like them.
Thai women often give Isaiah lots of love and attention. So, Isaiah loves Thai women. Here he is, willingly hanging out with the women selling desserts at the food court.
Isaiah, you are a sweet, fun handful and I'm so glad God made me your mommy.
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