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"You know what you are going to do today? You are going to spend the whole day not writing."
-Isaiah
-Isaiah
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Daddio
~barth anderson's journal
14 May 2007 @ 06:14 am
Isaiah: Who's that?
Daddio: Mom, who is this? The big portrait in your bedroom?
Daddio's Mom: [from other room] That's Nellie Heiser McDowell. Your grandmother's grandmother.
Isaiah: She's a gramma.
Daddio: Right.
Isaiah: She died.
Daddio: That's right.
Isaiah: Uncle Robin died. He's not living anymore. People live a long, long time, and they die. [long pause] Shoot.
Daddio: Why do you say "shoot"?
Isaiah: It's what you say when someone dies.
Daddio: Oh. How do you feel when you say that?
Isaiah: I feel sad so I say "shoot". Or, darn it. Or, damn it. Or, gosh in heaven. Or, oh, god, no. Or, oh, my shoot in heaven. Or what's the other word?
Daddio: What other word?
Isaiah: The word you say. [Pause] Shit. Oh my shit in heaven.
Daddio: I don't say that.
Isaiah: [solemnly] If you feel sad, you can.
Daddio: Mom, who is this? The big portrait in your bedroom?
Daddio's Mom: [from other room] That's Nellie Heiser McDowell. Your grandmother's grandmother.
Isaiah: She's a gramma.
Daddio: Right.
Isaiah: She died.
Daddio: That's right.
Isaiah: Uncle Robin died. He's not living anymore. People live a long, long time, and they die. [long pause] Shoot.
Daddio: Why do you say "shoot"?
Isaiah: It's what you say when someone dies.
Daddio: Oh. How do you feel when you say that?
Isaiah: I feel sad so I say "shoot". Or, darn it. Or, damn it. Or, gosh in heaven. Or, oh, god, no. Or, oh, my shoot in heaven. Or what's the other word?
Daddio: What other word?
Isaiah: The word you say. [Pause] Shit. Oh my shit in heaven.
Daddio: I don't say that.
Isaiah: [solemnly] If you feel sad, you can.
04 May 2007 @ 06:11 am
Isaiah: Hi, Daddio.
Daddio. Hi, Isaiah. What did you do today?
Isaiah: I went to Axeman with Mama!
Daddio: Cool. What did you get?
Isaiah: Um. Well. I got this.
Daddio: What is it?
Isaiah: I don't know.
Daddio: OK. What else did you get?
Isaiah: Look, Daddio, we got a whole lot of these! Plastic swords!
Daddio: Plastic swords! OK. What else?
Isaiah: Well. Um. Well. We got these, too.
Daddio: What are they?
Isaiah: I can't tell.
Daddio: Do you remember what they're called?
Isaiah: Daddio, what are they?
Daddio: Isaiah, you bought them.
Isaiah: Can you tell me? Look. Look, Daddio.
Daddio: Dude, we're on the phone! You have to describe them to me.
Isaiah: [noises of perplexity]
Daddio: Can you use words and tell me?
Isaiah...
Daddio: Isaiah, what do they look like?
Isaiah: Um. Well. They're really, very hairy.
Daddio: OK.
Isaiah: And silver.
Daddio: OK?
[Rosemary shrieks like a gibbon in the background]
Isaiah: Rosemary! Stop! These are mine!
Daddio: [muttering] Whatever they are.
Isaiah: ...
Daddio ...
Isaiah: Daddio...what are they?
01 May 2007 @ 06:25 am
Rosemary has finally achieved locomotion. It's all over now, Isaiah...hope you've had fun on Earth up till this point. (In the words of Starship Troopers, "This place crawls, sir! I request retrieval NOW!")
Big love to my sister Karen on her birthday! She's high priestess of the Apollo cult, so I'm hoping she's off to soak up some rays today. And, yes. yes There are sun rays in Minnesota. Well, some. OK, one. (Finally).
***
[Daddio arriving home with bags of groceries]
Isaiah: What did you bring us?
Daddio: Some fun stuff. We're celebrating tonight. [tax return]
Isaiah: What's in the bag? Presents?
Daddio: Look.
Isaiah: Mangoes!
Daddio. What else?
Isaiah: Red pears!
Daddio: Yep.
Isaiah: Wine!
Daddio: Both hands. Both hands!
Isaiah: Mama, Daddio got you wine!
Mama: Oh, hallelujah.
Isaiah: Hallelujah! What else?
Daddio: Just one last thing.
Isaiah: What is it?
Daddio: Something for Daddio.
Isaiah: What?
[Pulls out Daddio's present and shows Isaiah]
Isaiah: Maple syrup!!
Your Dada Fortune: BARRELED OVER
Big love to my sister Karen on her birthday! She's high priestess of the Apollo cult, so I'm hoping she's off to soak up some rays today. And, yes. yes There are sun rays in Minnesota. Well, some. OK, one. (Finally).
***
[Daddio arriving home with bags of groceries]
Isaiah: What did you bring us?
Daddio: Some fun stuff. We're celebrating tonight. [tax return]
Isaiah: What's in the bag? Presents?
Daddio: Look.
Isaiah: Mangoes!
Daddio. What else?
Isaiah: Red pears!
Daddio: Yep.
Isaiah: Wine!
Daddio: Both hands. Both hands!
Isaiah: Mama, Daddio got you wine!
Mama: Oh, hallelujah.
Isaiah: Hallelujah! What else?
Daddio: Just one last thing.
Isaiah: What is it?
Daddio: Something for Daddio.
Isaiah: What?
[Pulls out Daddio's present and shows Isaiah]
Isaiah: Maple syrup!!
Your Dada Fortune: BARRELED OVER
25 April 2007 @ 05:59 am
Isaiah has a story for all you Internationally Pixel-strained Technopheasants out there....
Anansi and the Talking Cafe
In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In a Yellow Submarine
Then the Wicked Witch put her hand into the Christmas stocking. She was looking for a present. That's when the Fireman and the Driver looked up and said, "Hey! What are you doing in our train, Wicked Witch?!" [Laughter]
In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In a Yellow Submarine
END
Anansi and the Talking Cafe
In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In a Yellow Submarine
Then the Wicked Witch put her hand into the Christmas stocking. She was looking for a present. That's when the Fireman and the Driver looked up and said, "Hey! What are you doing in our train, Wicked Witch?!" [Laughter]
In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In a Yellow Submarine
END
20 April 2007 @ 06:19 am
Quick follow-up to the hearing blog post from earlier in the week: Isaiah has a garden variety ear infection. He wasn't hurting, though, so we didn't get an indication that anything was wrong (though Lisa recalls him saying at one point, "My ear is itchy in the background.") Doctor prescribed strawberry-flavored antibiotics, which the kid looks forward to with hand-clasped eagerness.
Thanks to all of youse who expressed concern. Very sweet of you indeed.
Thanks to all of youse who expressed concern. Very sweet of you indeed.