Remember Skebdi?

Remember when Isaiah ate with his hands and food was smeared everywhere? Well, that still happens. But he's also quite adept with his utensils, when he wants to be. Still see some noodles trailing from his mouth in one pic, at least.

Just talking

Matt (pointing to vegetable on Isaiah's tray): That's squash

Isaiah smashes with his palm

Matt: Do you understand visual puns?

Isaiah: OK.

And this note: Earlier I was on the floor with Bernadette on my chest and Isaiah driving a toy tractor on top of both of us.

Isaiah, discussing his sister, who happens to be wailing at that point: She knows how to cry.

Condimental

Ketchup, Isaiah said, and dove right in. Multiple times. He later agreed, after a brief demontration, that fries are a good way to eat it, too.

Raisins

Last Sunday morning, Marian set Isaiah up with a bowl of Cheerios. He wandered back into the kitchen and asked for raisins.

"We don't have any more raisins, sweety," said Marian.

"Raisins," said Isaiah.

"We can get more," I said from the couch.

Isaiah ran out and said, to me, "More raisins."

"We have to go to the store," I said. "After church."

"More raisins," said Isaiah.

"After church," I said.

"Get some raisins," Isaiah said.

"How about Cheerios," I said.

"How about raisins," Isaiah said.

Activities of note

At breakfast this morning, a certain young man in our house (no, not me) tried to shove a Cheerio in his right ear. When I called him on it, he started faking towards that ear every other bite.

Isaiah's current favorite songs to sing: ABC song and "Big Green Tractor," which he sings when he's bored in the car or sleepy.

Yesterday in New York, we walked past the subway station next to the Natural History Museum. Isaiah leaned toward it and said, "Saturday, ride the train." We have never entered the subway at that station. It has a sign that says "subway," stairs leading down, the route letter signs and the light globe. From those clues (he definitely didn't see or hear one of the trains), he knew we could get on there. Amazing.

Hungry?

Isaiah and I were in the elevator. A couple got in behind us. The guy was carrying a big, rectangular box. "Pizza," said Isaiah, correctly. Everyone involved was highly amused.

Yesterday, shortly after I got up at 6 a.m., Isaiah sat up and said, "peanut butter." This morning at 6:40, he said "French fry."

He also knows how to walk backwards. And he's spouting off almost whole pages of "One Fish, Two Fish" by Dr. Seuss.

Tired and Hungry

Eat black beans. Rub eyes. Eat black beans. Rub face. Eat black beans. Rub ears. Eat black beans. Rub hair. Repeat.

Hard to swallow

Isaiah likes to eat and seems willing to try about anything that won't burn his mouth. This was just a funny shot in the high chair. Lately he's been chewing or sucking on food and then spitting it out when he gets the next morsel to put in his mouth. We're thinking about asking restaurants if they'll pay to keep us away.

On top of spaghetti

No meatballs, yet, but Isaiah liked the spaghetti Marian cooked and I chopped up for him last week.

Word nerds

Picked up some bread at the farmers' market on Thursday which led to a conversation with Marian on Saturday morning.

Marian: "What is spelt?"

Matt: "I think it's a kind of wheat. Yeah it's a kind of wheat."

Matt (doubting own expertise for only a moment): "I'll look it up on the internet."

Matt: Blah, blah, blah ... "used in breads and pastas like wheat ... less inbred than its wheat cousins ... "

Matt (a few minutes later): "Also a favored food before spelling bees."

A bad pun, no matter how you slice it

Matt's favored food after shopping at the farmers' market

As suspected, the ramshackle taco huts downtown Yonkers serve awesome beef and carnitas tacos.