A poem by Isabel

Caution: this is not real (except for the greasy hair, because my mom says I don't shampoo well enough, and I don't actually think I'm that funny.)

Toe jam between my toes.

Hair of greasy

And eyelashes with mascara from a day ago.

I know this all sounds gross

Yet, I think it's pretty good

And don't even think about laughing

I can see you

I embrace the air

So don't laugh...I don't actually think I'm that funny!

YA GOT THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you for reading my poem by Isabel

Origami Night!

Written by Isabel:

Tonight, I am going to my school again. I know, I know...it sounds boring, but tonight Iwill do Origami with my teacher. And we get to try some food...YUM. Japanese food. Including it will be for hours.

The end.

Great Grape

Here is Isabel's latest culinary adventure:

Best tasting Grape Juice

1/2 cup of grape juice
1 splash of lime juice
2 squished up cocktail tomatoes

Stir it all up and drink. This will make your tummy feel better.

Crocs...what the heck are they anyway?

I own Crocs. I love Crocs. My daughter loves Crocs. And they are UGLY! Not even pretty in pink (see pic). Yet everytime I venture out with my daughter, she in her green crocs and me in my brown ones, we never fail to get questions and comments. "What are those shoes?" Crocs. "Are they comfy?" Yes. "Where can you buy them?" Ummm...anywhere?

Today, taking my daughter and her little girlfriend out for a walk with our dog, skipping happily along, all three of us in our Crocs, my daughter and her friend start chatting and all of a sudden burst into giggles watching the dog chase along behind them. "Mom!" Isabel laughs out. "Do you think they have Crocs for dogs?" That stops me for a second. "No, I don't," I reply. "But what a great idea!"

Isabel and her friend continue on the theme, "They'd need FOUR shoes, not TWO!" They delight and laugh. "She could wear FOUR colors!" "How would they stay on?"

"Well..." I call back, laughing between breaths, "I guess you could call them 'Croc-a-dogs.'"

American Idol, Grade One Style

Everyone and their mother loves American Idol. As a kid, I remember loving the way my hoarse voice sounded when I had a cold and grabbing a microphone and singing into a tape recorder for hours thinking I sounded like a rock star. Now that I'm all grown up, and still sing in the car (badly, thank you very much, but with passion!), I watch how my child and her friends play. Whenever she has a playdate, the first thing she and her friends do is rush into her room and change their clothes into "costumes". Then they put on Hannah Montana (the BIG fave among 7 year-olds right now), or Kelly Clarkson, Jesse McCartney or High School Musical and they prepare a performance.

I, of course, am the audience. They, of course, are deadly serious, so I can smile, but not laugh. They LOVE American Idol and have perfected all their moves. Shifting the microphone from one hand to the other, fluttering their fingers on the mike to the beat of "Best of Both Worlds" and adding in a few hip-hop stylings that have a bit too much hip in their hip-hop. And they sing out loud, with passionate volume. Louder is better. Hitting the notes, not as important as the image. They'd never make it past the first set of American Idol auditions (actually, at 7 they wouldn't have the patience to stand in line for more than 3 minutes "how much longer, Mummy?" and "are we there yet? We've been waiting for a MILLION years!") but at 7, that is the coolest goal ever. To get up on stage and sing to an audience. But wait. I'll be writing about the talent show soon.

We got a dog!

After years of begging, the time was right. We did it. We found ourselves a lovely dog. Isabel wanted a teeny, tiny dog or a Great Dane. I needed a dog that I wouldn't be allergic to and hopefully not shed. My mother needed a dog that could be her walking companion every day. Enter Daisy. A bundle of squirming energy that we met at a pet rescue. She was about a year or a year and a half old and was labelled an Irish Wolfhound/Terrier mix. She had been cooped up in a kennel for about 6 months.

We looked at other dogs, but my mother started having dreams about Daisy. So, we got Daisy. She was about 45 pounds, sweet as could be, timid and we had no clue if she was even house-trained. But within a few days, it became clear that our little Daisy was quite smart, well-trained...and not too timid at all. In fact, my mother couldn't walk her, my daughter was afraid of her exuberence...and she shed hair all over the place.

By the end of the weekend, we knew she was ours. Daisy was a hungry little dog. In the past few months, she's put on muscle mass and about 20 pounds. She's possibly a labradoodle, but more lab than poodle. She's got a mind of her own, my mom still can't walk her, and Daisy's method of communicating is to jump all over us until we understand what she is trying to tell us. I love that dog like crazy. Last night, I watched my child, little Isabel, laughing and playing with Daisy, hiding under her comforter and trying to get the dog to lie down ON her. (My child is a bit like Daisy, too...) Peals of laughter, shrill dog barks, lots of licks and giggles. Yup. We got a dog.

Isabel's Recipe

Here is one of Isabel's favorite recipes that she created all by herself, so please try it!

1 Tbsp of Honey
1 Handful of Cheerios
1 Tbsp of Peanut Butter
1 Handful of Rice Crispies
20 Shakes of Sprinkles (chocolate or rainbow)

Put it in a small bowl or a big cup. Stir it all up with a spoon. Then eat a delicious dessert!

Jiggly Tummy

Posted by mummy

Kids are just too honest. After months of hearing my child discuss the joys of my jiggly tummy, I was delighted to discover that my recent efforts at getting into shape are starting to pay off. Muscles are developing, fat is melting, I am starving, and the jiggly fat is getting a lot less jiggly. Having just released Gen Plus Fitness "Getting Started", a fitness DVD designed for the 50 plus market, I thought that with my new fitter self, I'd give it a shake.

And it is durn good -- even if I don't say so myself! Head over to the Gen Plus blog and click on the link. The price is sweet and it'll make a wonderful holidy present for every 50 plusser you know!

Jiggly or not, I can bend and stretch and reach for the sky.

Calling all Squinters!

As some of you know, this blog is the fun space for me and my daughter, while my other blog is the voice behind Gen Plus, a business I started over a year ago specifically for the 50 plus demographic. It is rare that anything crosses over from one to the other, but look over to the right. See anything that looks helpful? At 47...I can no longer read the fine print without reading glasses. That became official this year. And I can no longer ignore the hot flashes and night sweats. Oh...and I can no longer go out for a late dinner without needing two days to recover and a night full of Tums to boot! So, welcome, I say, to Senior Shops. While you may not be a Senior, you may like some of these products....I sure was pretty excited by some many of the products on this site. I'll proudly admit that I can no longer see the hairs on my chin without the aid of reading glasses and a magnifying mirror -- ergo my delight with today's "Deal of the Day" -- a 5X mag mirror! Ha. Useful whether you are a squinting senior or just a slightly senior mom (like me!). In any case, I'm giggling my way to the checkout window!! Let me know what you think!

How Spring Became Summer

Once there was Spring. And Spring really wanted to become Summer.



So the Spring waited a long time. A very long time! And it waited and waited for about three months.


And then on the first day of Summer, it was really hot and happy.






Because it was really so tired of being a little cold, and then a little cold and hot and it really wanted only to be hot. So finally it became Summer and it was so happy because it could be hot!

The end.

Scooby

Isabel loved dogs. And she really, really, really, really, REALLY loved the show Scooby Doo. So her mom bought her a Great Dane. Just like Scooby Doo. Except that her dog was just a little puppy Great Dane. The size of a ball. A big ball...but a ball.

Isabel wanted to call him Scooby. Except Scooby Doo was already named Scooby. So she thought...and thought...and thought. So she asked her mom a question.

"Mom?"

"Yes, Isabel," her Mom answered.

"How big will Scooby get? This big?" and she held her arms out very, very wide.

"Yes," answered her Mom, "Bigger!"

"This big?" and she held her arms out very, very, very wide.

"Even bigger," said her Mom.

"THIS big?" asked Isabel, standing on her tippy-toes and holding her arms out very, very, very, very, very wide.

"Yup," replied her Mom, "Just about that big."

That gave Isabel something to think about. She thought. And thought. (And thought just a little, teeny bit more.)

"OK! Since Scooby will be so, so, SO, SO, SO big, I'll call him Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo!"

Her Mom thought that was a great idea. And every day, Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo got just a little bit BIGGER. And BIGGER. And even BIGGER!

Isabel would take him for a walk and she'd say,"C'mon Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo!" or "Sit, Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo" or "Stay, Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo" and even "Lie down, Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo".

Well, you can imagine how much work all that Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo-ing was taking. Just when Isabel would finish saying one thing to Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo, she'd be onto the next. And she kept getting out of breath. AND Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo would get bored of hearing such a long, long, long, long, LONG name and simply...walk away...or lie down...or give her a humongous lick on the nose, which got her whole entire face wet, because his tongue was bigger than her whole face.

Well. It just wasn't going to work. So Isabel decided that the only thing to do was to make his name shorter. She tried "Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo". But, as you can guess, it was still too long. Then she tried, "Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo". Still...too long. Then, " Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo" and then "Scooby-Dooby-Doo" and then finally " Scooby-Doo". And that wouldn't work...because that was the REAL Scooby-Doo's name.

So Isabel made a big, humongous decision. She changed her dog's name to Fred.

The end.

The Purple Drape

Isabel was a little, wee bit afraid to go to sleep. By mistake, she had watched a few minutes of a really scary show on the TV that was all about Martians with funny heads. She was afraid that the Martians might be real. So she decided not to sleep, she fell asleep.

In her dream, she was standing...just standing, when all of a sudden, her cousin, Joshua grew two more eyes. He had four eyes and was just goggling and oogling at her when, just like magic, lo and behold, he turned into...a MONSTER! He was big and blackish, purplish...and he said his name in a really scary voice.

"I AM THE PURPLE DRAPE!"

And with that, he grabbed Isabel around the waist and she could NOT move.

"Get AWAY from me, PURPLE DRAPE!" she yelled very loudly into his creepy purplish eyes.

But the Purple Drape only laughed and laughed and laughed.

Isabel woke up with a start. "Mummy, Mummy!" she ran screaming into her Mummy's room.

"What is it, Isabel," her Mummy asked as she gathered Isabel into her arms.

Isabel trembled and cried as she told her Mummy all about the Purple Drape and her cousin Joshua!

In the morning, and the next night, and the following morning, Isabel was still scared. In fact, she was still scared after her Mummy called Joshua to tell him about Isabel's bad dream. In fact, she was still scared until Joshua came over to her house for dinner that night. Isabel told him the WHOLE story. And do you know what Joshua did?

He rolled his eyes and guffawed! (A guffaw is a big loud laugh!)

And guess what? The sound that Joshua made with his guffaw, was SO funny, that Isabel laughed like crazy!

And guess what else? Isabel was never afraid of the Purple Drape again!

Halloween Prizes

Monday was Halloween and Isabel dressed up as a cool and scary Vampire, named Dracula. She had blood on her chin, a black and white wig, a very swirly cape and a chilling laugh.

"Ah, ha, ha, ha!" she would exclaim to anyone who came close enough to her to be terrified.

The blood, the blood (well, it was red liquid sugar, but no one knew that!), dripped down her chin and tickled her lips.

"Mummy," Isabel said quietly, "can you please wipe some of the blood away? It tickles."

Isabel's mummy carefully wiped away the dripping blood.

At Isabel's school, where Isabel was in Kindergarten (in room K3, with her wonderful teacher, Mrs. Kato...a lot of K's!), the school was holding a Halloween contest and carnival.

Isabel paraded around the yard with the other children in Kindergarten.

"And NOW, the nominees for Kindergarten costumes, " announced the principal, Mrs. Kaplan (another K!), "and for the scariest costume, our nominees are..." Mrs. Kaplan announced two names... and then...."AND Isabel Spooky!"

Isabel was SO excited and she ran up to the nominees circle where all the children were.

And that was it. She was allowed to leave with her Mummy and have fun at the carnival.

But, lo and behold, the next morning, the morning after Halloween, the morning after all the eye makeup and blood had been washed away, Isabel stood with her classmates at Assembly.

"And now," announced Mrs. Kaplan, "here are the WINNERS of yesterday's contest."

No one said a word. Everyone was listening for their name. It was very, very exciting.

"For Kindergarten, for the scariest costume....the winner is...Isabel Spooky!"

Isabel ran up to the principal, who gave her a gorgeous orange ribbon with a gold number one on it. FIRST PLACE. Isabel had never won such a beautiful award in her life!

The rest of her day was fun-tastic.

The end.

Isabel's Halloween

Once upon a time there was a girl (named Isabel) who went out trick or treating for Halloween. Believe it or not, the fourth house around the corner had a big surprise. A humongous marshmallow. The size of a house.

Well, Isabel got very excited because she LOVED Marshmallows. She could eat them and eat them and eat them some more. Her mom said, "Isabel, I don't want you to eat that Marshmallow house please."

And Isabel said, "Can I just have two bites?"

"NO" said her mom. But Isabel took two bites anyway.

She got a little fat. She only had eaten two little bites.

The next house was a huge house and went almost up to the clouds. It was called the Snowman House. Because it looked like a snowman. They had candies out in front because the people who lived there were out trick or treating. It was a HUGE house. It looked like a hundred people could stay there. They were pretty lucky, because Isabel would have scared them with her scary vampire costume.

When she had enough candy, she went back home and went to sleep. The next day, she woke up, went to school, and brought candy for all her friends. So, of course they all ate it and loved it and everyone had a GREAT day.

The end.

The Great Spider Detective

As told by Isabel to her mummy -- with a little teeny bit of help. (Isabel is in Kindergarten and she can't read yet. Since her story requires a heroine that can read, this story Isabel is in Grade 2!)

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Isabel. She liked to learn about spiders. But there was a mystery. She had heard about a golden tree spider that spun a golden web. And it would give her a lot of gold.

She HAD to find it. She thought, in her brain, where would she find the golden tree spider? ...She thought and thought to figure out a plan...a sneaky PLAN...one that the spiders wouldn't figure out. But the spiders did not know what she was thinking. They were having a hard time to think. They didn't even know if there was any kind of special thing in her brain. They didn't figure out what she was really thinking about them.

She knew so many things about so many spiders. There was the tree spider, crab spider, white spider, black widow spider, daddy long legs, wolf spider and brown recluse.

She was driving along in the desert. Finally she found her special cave.

THAT was her plan.

She thought there was lots and lots of spiders in her cave. She told her mom to stop. She went in the cave. It was a very short cave. It was a cave that she could find out where all kinds of spiders were. She went inside the cave and she found writings of what the spiders names were. And she found them. And they were DEAD! That meant the golden tree spider was in the CAVE! She was in second grade, which meant she could read!

She found the golden tree spider alive in the cave with the golden web. It was very friendly to her and she kept it in her pocket. So she played with it outside at her home. She showed her mom. She wasn't afraid. Then they went inside for milk and cookies. Even the spider had a teeny tiny crumb cookie. They had milk and water. They bought a dog. And they lived happily ever after.

The end.

Copyright Wendy Spiegel, Los Angeles, California 2006. All rights reserved.

Computer OFF. Finally!

Story as told by Isabel. Colors and pics by her as well!

Once upon a time, there was a girl. Her name was Isabel. She JUST wanted her Mom to get OFF the computer for her swimming lessons! She really wanted to go to her swimming lessons. But her Mom said,

"No! Not yet. Not yet!"

She just wanted her Mom to get off the computer. She was watching and watching and watching and watching! Then FINALLY her Mom got off.

For a few minutes.

And then....her Mom got ON the computer AGAIN! To send an e-mail! And then she had to stay on for an HOUR and then she FINALLY got off!

They went to their swimming lesson and then FINALLY went home.

The end.

Two Fingers

My five year old started Kindergarten this week and as a result is filled with exuberence, joy, fear and bathroom concerns. Bear with me.

Once upon a time there lived a little girl named Isabel. She was big enough to go to Kindergarten. She had a new teacher who's name was Mrs. Kato. Not Kay-to. Cat-Oh. Mrs. Kato was very tiny and very sweet. But she had lots and lots of rules.

Rule #1. My name is Mrs. Cat-Oh.

Rule #2. When it isn't bathroom time and you have to go to the bathroom, raise your hand and show me 2 fingers. I'll point at you and nod and that is how you know you may go to the bathroom.

Rule #3. Parents must pick up their children at 2:29 pm.

Well. Not so many rules after all.

On the first day of school, Mrs. Cat-Oh made gingerbread dough with the class and showed them where it would get baked in the cafeteria.

On the second day of school, Mrs. Cat-Oh brought all the children to the cafeteria...but the Gingerbread Man had gone!

On the third day of school, Mrs. Cat-Oh took the children to the library to look for the Gingerbread Man. No one saw him. Not even Isabel. But SUSAN saw the Gingerbread Man RUNNING and HIDING behind the books!

On the fourth day of school, Mrs. Cat-Oh took the children to the OFFICE to look for the Gingerbread Man...but he wasn't there either!

On the fifth day of school, Mrs. Cat-Oh took the children to the Principal's Office to look for the Gingerbread Man. And guess what? He was IN the Principal's Office (and so was the Principal!)


On the fifth day of school, Isabel raised her hand with 2 fingers showing perfectly. Mrs. Cat-Oh pointed at Isabel, smiled and nodded. Isabel went to the bathroom.

The end.

Buying the Things

This story as told by Isabel (pictures chosen by her as well!):

One day, my Mom went shopping for new clothes for her daughter, Isabel...that's me! She bought some new clothes for me to wear for back to school. That's good.

She bought me TWO kinds of pajamas and one is called,

"I feel PURRRFECT!"

with a picture of a cat.

The other kind is

"Dance"

And that's it.

And she bought me pink, purple, white, blue...even chips. That's the end of my story.

The end.

Hiccups

No story today. Just a funny anecdote.

My angel had the hiccups yesterday. From early morning till late afternoon. It was a long, hot day and around 4 pm, Isabel threw a tantrum. She's 5 1/2 so they are pretty rare nowadays...but this was an all-out, 10 pointer. I was proud of her ability to put it all out there. Not often you see what fourteen years old will be like so early on.

In the middle of the tantrum, when it seemed like eardrums might pop, I went for tantrum stopper number 2 (TS2). (TS1 is to send her to hang out by herself, in her room, until she has control...and then she can come out. This usually works in less than a minute, since she doesn't want to cry all by herself.) TS2 is engaged when the tantrum lasts more than 5 minutes. If she hasn't stopped crying and screaming by 5 minutes, I know that another Mummy strategy needs to come into play.

TS2 involves going over to my child, looking her straight in the eye and telling her we are going to have a conversation. I gently help her get up, walk her into the living room and then gather her into my arms for a cuddle and "good cry." Now TS2 does NOT work if you use it before TS1...it would simply cause her to tantrum in my arms for 5 + minutes. TS2 is the strategy of last resort.

In this case, she was crying and hiccupping. And it didn't look like she was going to stop. So I calmly said, "Isabel, it's time to stop crying now." And with a look of utter distress, she said, "But Mummy, I can't stop HICKING UP!"

And I said (trying not to laugh), "You can't stop HICKING UP?"

And she said, "No Mummy! I can't stop HICKING UP!!!"

And very quietly, and very respectfully (because I have great respect for the tantrum wizards), I said, "Do you mean...HICCUPPING?"

She stared at me. And we both cracked up. And cracked up again.

End of tantrum. New word for our family.

Hicking up.

Isabel's Pizza

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Isabel.

She thought she loved pizza.

So she and her Mummy went to the store (they called it TJ's) to pick up some pizza dough, some pizza sauce and some shredded mozzarella cheese.

They were going to make homemade pizza.

At the same time, her Mummy bought flour tortillas, some ketchup and some Kraft cheddar cheese. And strawberries. And green apples.

As soon as they got home Isabel raced into the kitchen and lickety split put on her chef's apron.

"Mummy, Mummy, QUICK," yelled Isabel. "Put on your apron!"

So her Mummy put on her apron too. And the two of them started to sing, "Ya ta da ta, ya ta da ta, ya da da ta ta TA....HEY! Ya ta da ta, ya ta da ta, ya da da ta ta TA....HEY!"

And then Isabel sang "Biscabo, bisgaba, bisgabababa...HEY! Biscaba, miscaba, giscamiscabata...HEY!"

Well, by this time, the flour was rolled out into a big, big circle of pizza crust. But now, it had to be flipped and tossed.

And the two of them started to sing, "Ya ta da ta, ya ta da ta, ya da da ta ta TA....HEY! Ya ta da ta, ya ta da ta, ya da da ta ta TA....HEY!"

And then Isabel sang "Biscabo, bisgaba, bisgabababa...HEY! Biscaba, miscaba, giscamiscabata...HEY!"

They flipped, plipped, and nipped the pizza crust and put it onto a pan. Then Isabel spooned pizza sauce all over the crust. Then her Mummy AND Isabel plopped tons of shredded mozzarella cheese on top of the sauce.

With that, they were ready to put it in the oven. While the pizza was baking, Isabel set the table ALL by herself, singing, "Ya ta da ta, ya ta da ta, ya da da ta ta TA....HEY! Ya ta da ta, ya ta da ta, ya da da ta ta TA....HEY!"

And then her Mummy sang "Biscabo, bisgaba, bisgabababa...HEY! Biscaba, miscaba, giscamiscabata...HEY!"

Finally, finally, the pizza was ready. Isabel's Mummy took the pizza out of the oven, cut it into big slices and put them on the table. They waited a few minutes for the pizza to cool down, but while they were waiting, Isabel was SO excited that she kept jumping up and down.

The pizza was cool. Isabel sat down and took a big, big bite.

"BLEEEAAAAHHH!" groaned Isabel as she spat the pizza back out onto her plate.

Her Mummy looked at her in amazement and a little bit of horror!

"Isabel? You told me you LOVE pizza."

Isabel began to cry. "I guess I only THOUGHT I loved pizza. I HATE it!!!!"

Her Mummy gave her a hug and began to laugh. "Come on," she said. "Let's go make a tortilla grilled cheese sandwich. We'll put a little ketchup on it and call it Isabel's pizza. What do you think about that?"

"Great," stated Isabel. And they headed back to the kitchen.

And Isabel and her Mummy started to sing, "Ya ta da ta, ya ta da ta, ya da da ta ta TA....HEY! Ya ta da ta, ya ta da ta, ya da da ta ta TA....HEY!"

And then Isabel sang "Biscabo, bisgaba, bisgabababa...HEY! Biscaba, miscaba, giscamiscabata...HEY!"