A Few Things I'd Rather Not Forget

On our return flight from Kansas City, after we had gotten settled in our seats, Isaiah asked for "nook".  I complied and he started to nurse, but soon the rest of the passengers began to board.  Isaiah's little head popped up; a huge grin spread across his face.  He pointed to the travelers filing past us and cried out gleefully, "People!  People!"

During that flight, Dad and Isaiah played "Zoom" by making their hands fly like airplanes.  The next day, Grandpa Tascio also played "Zoom" by showing Isaiah how to make trucks and other objects fly.  Everything "zooms" now.  A fire truck that goes "Vroom" on the couch or the floor goes "Zoom" through the air.  Tissue boxes and remote controls can also "zoom."  Last night, we watched Home Alone at Pete and Magda's.  Isaiah wasn't paying much attention to the movie, but when he heard the character say the word "airport," he suddenly stopped what he was doing and called out, "Zoom!"  

I don't know who's been teaching Isaiah numbers on the sly, but at Grandpa Tascio's house, when he was playing with a pair of van-shaped magnets, Isaiah informed us all that he had "two trucks."  The next day in the bath, he looked at his feet and crowed, "Ten toes!  Ten toes!"  Then the other day, when we were walking over Central Ave. with Pete and Magda, a bus rumbled by and Isaiah said, "Bus."  Two more passed, and Isaiah accordingly reported, "Buses."

At Mass last Sunday, when the priest invited us to offer the sign of peace, Isaiah--perched in his dad's arms--turned to me with a smile, said "Peace!" and threw his free arm around my neck.