Golden Pig Tales

Ezra and I had a couple of early hours alone to do as we may. Ezra wanted to play, ,,OUTSIDE,OUTSIDE!!!” so first we walked around the neighborhood. Then he said he wanted to ride in the bike trailer, but once we were getting the bike out he said he wanted to go on a wagon ride, so we went on a wagon ride. He rode on the wagon while I pulled the wagon along the sidewalk and to a park. At the park he slide down slides and ran around trees even stopping to hug a few. The we left for home. Once home, Ezra then wanted to go for a bike ride. I couldn’t resist his smile, so I got a bike out and Ezra’s bike trailer then we went for a ride. We rode here and there and returned here for a snack and a rest.

Ezra naps now. I was napping a bit sleeping off the tired Ezra gave me by pushing me to go OUTSIDE, OUTSIDE, OUTSIDE!

Ezra didn’t want to leave the park. Nor did he want to get into the bath tub. Then he didn’t want to leave the bath tub. After getting out of the bath tub Ezra didn’t want to wear his diaper or shorts or shirt. He wanted nothing more than to fuss loud and let us know he didn’t want to wear a diaper or shorts or shirt.

We did try to put his diaper on his body, but after a few wild shakes of Ezra we realized Ezra didn’t want to be clothed.

Ezra did fall asleep on his Fire Truck Bed. He has woke a couple times. He may wake again if he pees on the Fire Truck Bed.

Put two Newman’s Own Organic Chocolate Alphabet Cookies on bottom of snack container. Then cover cookies with Annie’s Homegrown Cheddar Bunnies and raisins. Layer and spread 12 Grain Mini Snack Crackers, Barbara’s Bakery’s Puffins and a few more Annie’s Homegrown Cheddar Bunnies. Then peal a slice of Naturally Delicious Dried Mangoes to pieces an put pieces on top of Puffins and cheddar bunnies. Then break apart a graham cracker and put in snack container. Fill in remaining space with some raisins and a few more Annie’s Homegrown Cheddar Bunnies leaving some of the graham cracker exposed.

Ezra is staying up really late lately. He wants to go to the park or for a walk after dinner, which means we’re outside until at least 8. Then there’s the bath, and run around and getting the right pajamas on…before you know it its 9:15 and he’s not asleep yet, even though he’s really really tired. Uf.

I taught Ezra my version of a poor man’s belt today after his pants were both loose from being worn and weighted down by the pee filled diaper and hanging nearly below his butt as he ran from the slide to the stairs at the park. The sagging pants caused him to stop running or climbing to pull up his pants and become annoyed. I showed him all he needed to do when his pants were sagging was fold the waist of the pants. He didn’t need to stop to pull up pants for the rest of the park time.

Night One sleeping on fire engine bed was a success. He woke. He smiled. He didn’t fall out and hurt himself. He is now napping in his crib. Maybe the fire engine bed will be his night time bed? Maybe not. What ever he choses, as long as he sleeps, he can sleep in one of his two bed.

I am awake late because I napped for two and a half hours while Ezra napped yesterday. I am not awake because Ezra is sleeping his first night in the fire engine bed without the crib bars to contain a flopping and wandering Ezra, but it is something keeping me aware.

The sounds Ezra has been making for the past hour are sounds he makes when he flops during his sleep in his crib, but now that he is in the fire engine bed I have been hoping not to hear a thud against the floor during these flop sessions. A thud created by Ezra flopping then wanting to stand or crawl or do something while sleeping in the fire engine bed that he probably never does while sleeping in his crib.

I will be able to sleep once I tire, but I will sleep light and aware to hear Ezra when he wakes to be sure he has not gained the reach and the strength to open the high and stiff door knob from his room.

Tomorrow or the next day we will likely be installing a gate before the stairs down for he could be a sleep walker.

Today involved some cleaning and running around inside the house and then some playing, walking, and running around the neighborhood outside the house, then nap, BBQ and then a big night-time transition!   (Ezra was super special awesome at the BBQ and everyone loved him, but not more than I did.)  We got home from the BBQ past his normal-ish bedtime, and it took a while before he was willing to consider going to bed. After lying in his crib for a few minutes, he stood up and said something like “ezra fire engine” which made me think he wanted to sleep in his fire engine bed. So I asked if that’s what he wanted to do, and he said yes. So we moved Ezra, his doggie, his pillow, his blanket, and his water over to the fire engine bed. And he got all situated like he was going to sleep, and seemed sort of asleep when we left the room. I’m totally paranoid and hoping he doesn’t wake up in the middle of the night,  figure out how to open the door to his bedroom, and run rampant around the house or get outside.  eeek! Ezra’s in his big boy bed! If he’s going to sleep there regularly, I have to remember to switch the mattress so he’s not sleeping too long on that yucky chemical filled vinyl one that came with the bed. 

I am proud to write that Ezra now knows how to give a high-five AND a fist-bump. The fist-bump Ezra calls a knuckle, which is a better name than fist-bump because it’s cute when Ezra says, ,,Knuckle,” then raises his hand in the form of a fist and waits to receive the touch of another’s knuckes.

There are bruises and scrapes from Ezra chaotic play of the day. If child services came to the house it may seem like we are violent parents, and not the truth which is that Ezra plays hard and sometimes doesn’t see that tree while running crazy at playcare, which was the cause of the first bump on head. The second bump on head happened when Ezra started a game of run-around. Ezra was running around with -v- and me,  and he fell. While Ezra usually falls with no pain for he has had enough practice, this fall was fast and flat and lead with head. Plop and bang he went. The sound against the floor was a thud. I felt the pain. And though understandably he shed some tears and had a cry for a bump did form, he did start playing run around again soon after the bump formed on forehead.

Maybe it’s when he pushes on me and says, ,,Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnno,” with a long dramatic push, when I try to help him instead of -v- like today when I said I would pick him up from the ground because -v- was cooking, and Ezra wanted to be picked up. Maybe it is when he gives me the hand and says, ”No,” when I say I will watch videos with him instead of -v-. Maybe it’s the squirming and fussing he has when I try to get him out of the car seat instead of -v-.

He says these Nos and Don’ts when it involves me doing something with him instead of -v-, I feel, because by me doing it means he will have less time with -v-. I feel as if he feels I am taking time from -v-, like I am competing for -v-’s time.

Ezra’s binky broke today…there was a hole in it. I told him that because it was broken he couldn’t use it anymore and it needed to go in the trash. It took a few minutes of explaining this, and a few minutes of sucking on the broken binky, but eventually he accepted that the binky was broken and he agreed to put it in the trash. I was super surprised to see him toss it in the garbage can. After the fact, he was a little upset about it, and we needed to find an alternate binky for bed time. I’m hoping that maybe maybe maybe we can convince him that now his binky is just for bed time and no other time because that’s the only binky he has left. Incidentally, this last binky is the longest lived binky. I think it’s the one we got at the hospital. 

Sometimes if I ask for binky. He will give me his binky, but only when he needs to rest his mouth.

He asks for it when waking up; when he can’t find it; when I cause him stress.

He needed it last night when he didn’t want to go to bed, but it was time for him to sleep. He may need the binky for the next molar coming in.

I say to Ezra, ,,I can’t understand what you are saying,” when I can’t understand what he is saying because he has a binky in mouth. I am hoping to convince Ezra to take the binky out of mouth when he is talking, so i can understand what he says. Of course, I reason maybe his ability to talk with binky in mouth will help him become a ventriloquist good enough to earn a living.

Ezra lead the walk from home to bus depot. He lead over sidewalks and streets. He lead and watched buses at the depot until no more buses left the depot. Then he lead the walk to the park where he climbed bar ladders and bar steps. He slid down the slide, walked away from the park saying, ,,Bye, Park.” He lead the walk home.

He’s sleeping right now. That’s ten hours of sleep.

He didn’t wake until nine yesterday after over twelve hours of sleep. And most playcare days I have to wake him in the morning to go.

Only the pain of ear infection or suffocation of snott seems to wake Ezra early. Not even the bright early sun brings early rise to him.

Ezra and I bond over building with his MEGA Bloks. It is some thing we do often. Usually, I build some thing, and he builds some thing then he takes both creations and puts them together or takes them apart. Most of the time his creations require the imagination of a child to see the plane or the truck or the fire engine, but this morning Ezra built a helicopter from MEGA Bloks. He came downstairs with it in his hands and smiled when he showed it to me. I didn’t even need to be told what it was. I nearly cried with joy seeing it.