how time flies...

Isaac is so goofy and funny.

Even when he doesn't mean to be. This is his homework journal I discovered today. I giggled about it all night.

(in case you couldn't tell it says "This is My HeD. It is BROWN.")

He is slowly giving in and integrating some lowercase letters into his writing after much resistance. He mastered all of the kindergarten sight words by winter and he has now mastered most of the first grade sightwords as well. He is great at decoding words and it is getting harder to hide things from him when it is convenient for me ("That's not what that says mom!"). He loves Junie B. Jones books and we have been cuddling up together and reading several chapters of one each evening. He will make me read the silly parts over and over again.

He continues to be an avid sports fan. He watches Comcast Sports Net over Nickelodean or Disney Channel most times. He isn't picky either. He loves to watch baseball, basketball, hockey or soccer, college or pro. He will watch men's or women's although he refers to all women's sports as "lady ball".

He continues to be embarassingly superior to his peers in soccer. And I'm not just saying that. He should be playing with eight year olds, not four year olds. But whatever. But he also loves to shoot baskets, to play "baseball" with my dad, to ride bikes and play frisbee. He is a regular at his school's Zumbatronic club. He loves to hop out of the car when I stop at the mailbox bank about a block from my house and to run along trying to beat the car. He would rather be outside playing than plunked in front of the TV and for a kid with no siblings or neighborhood friends he keeps himself pretty busy playing by himself in our tiny postage stamp of a yard.

He is currently on a Michael Jackson kick and begs me to put on The Essential Michael Jackson whenever we are in the car. Not only does he love all of the classics (Thriller, Beat It, Billie Jean, PYT, etc) but he knows some of the more obscure disco-ey ones. The other day on the playground he was singing "Blame It on the Boogie" to himself. He has also memorized all of the tracks and when he knows I am tired of a song he will ask me to listen to "number 8" ones more time to try to trick me into playing it yet again. One of his favorite songs is "Dance and Shout Parenthesis Shake Your Body Down to the Ground". Even though I don't think he could tell you what a parenthesis is.

He continues to have definite ideas about fashion. He is not as into action hero shirts as he used to be. He definitely favors shirts with sports themes or logos on them. We still have to alternate days choosing his clothes so that he doesn't exclusively wear warmups and sweatsuits. He regularly eschews underwear in the evening hours. His feet are growing so fast we can hardly keep him in sneakers (I'm not exaggerating, I think he is on his fifth or sixth pair this school year!). Since the time he was a baby he has had the same trouble with pants: they are too big in the waist and too short in the legs. He is a long skinny minnie. When given a choice, he tends to chose clothes that are red.

I love you Isaac and I'm so glad you are home!!