Izzy & Juno

I scream, You Scream, We all Scream for...

Hey, where's my ice cream?



Garfield Park, So. Pasadena for Auntie Jesi's birthday.

Sunday Best

This year (not that I was around for previous years) we didn't subscribe to an Easter Sunday-best dress. We kept it casual. Maybe next year we'll kick it up a notch. Or not.

5-months-old.

Good Friday turned Great!

Today I received great news from the pediatric cardiologist. I went in for a follow up visit, and it's confirmed that the two little pinholes I had in my heart when I was born have closed up completely. A healthy heart is a happy heart.

To celebrate the great news, mom and I visited dad and Po at work. Looks like Po's been doing some dragon training too.

Ate Aolani & I

Oooweee

I'm eight days away from the 4-month mark of my life, and there hasn't been a dull moment. Since my new ride arrived, my folks have taken me everywhere. Case in point, yesterday we walked to the local Farmer's Market...yes, walked! In L.A.! Well, they walked while I snoozed in my stroller. During Valentine's weekend, my folks made a brave move and took me to the first L.A. Street Food Fest. When they saw the swarms of foodies waiting to get in, they decided: thousands of people + baby + 6-year-old niece = time for Plan B. We ended up having a fantastic day exploring downtown L.A. by walking from the Food Fest to Little Tokyo and back. I really enjoyed our 6-hour stroll. Later that evening, I celebrated my great grandfather's 95th birthday! It was an extremely long day for me, but I was a trooper!

Here are some pictures...

My ride.

Celebrating my Great Grandfather's 95th birthday.

Wiped out from a very long, adventurous day.

Tah-tah for now,
Iz

Hello, My Name is...

Izzy bon Storm. Welcome to my blog. Since I'm only 3-months old, my mom pens this blog for me. We thought it would be fun to create a blog to keep our family and friends posted on our daily shenanigans, and to give other moms and dads our two cents on products and services we've tried.

Before we begin, let's just get one thing straight. My name is Izzy, and it's not short for Isabel or Isabella, it's just "Izzy." My parents happened to like the name "Izzy," and in the words of my dad, "It sounds punk rock *fist in the air*!" While we're on the subject, here are other names I've been "nicked" since my birth..

Popeye - My mom posted this picture of me on Facebook, and Auntie LeeAnn commented with "She's Popeye," and it kind of stuck. I tend to keep one eye closed at times. Sometimes people think I'm winking or squinting with just one eye, but I can't help it. Let's just say, "I am what I am."

Bon - My (Grand)Papa started calling me "Izzy bon" a couple of months ago. I'm not sure how it came about, but it means "good" in French.

Bagyo - It means "storm" in Tagalog, and it's another nickname my Papa gave me. There's been lots of rain in Los Angeles these last couple of weeks, and it just so happened that whenever I would get dropped off at Papa and Lola's (grandma's) house, there would be a storm. Papa started asking Lola, "So when's our little storm coming?"

Snooki - The name derives from the annoying character from the MTV show "Jersey Shore." My Uncle Mike started calling me "Snooki" because she would make this sound that sounded like a whine/cry -- "Eeehhh" and that's the same sound I make when I complain.

Izzy Pop - Uncle Rico calls me Izzy Pop, a spin off of "Iggy Pop".

And of course, I've been called the usual terms of endearment, pumpkin, sweetie, honey, baby, boo boo, etc. So why Izzy bon Storm? Well, why not! Besides, it sounds punk rock *fist in the air*!

Song:"Los Angeles" by X.

oo!,

xIzzy bon Stormx

P. S. Hot damn! My mom just created her first iMovie!