I was just informed today that Ezra will be transferring over to the preschool on Monday!!! When I found out, I sort of felt nervous, the way I did when it was the first day of school. But I don’t think Ezra will really be too nervous. He has to go to a new place, but all his friends are coming with him! I’ll have to remember to stop saying “playcare” and start saying “playschool”
No more sleeping in bed at the Stoney Creek cabin with Valerie for Ezra. No more cows, horses, tractors, buggies and open field everywhere for Ezra to point at and say, ,,Cows, horses, tractors, buggies…” Ezra seems happy to be home.
Ezra’s new favorite movie is Cars. It combines some of his favorite things like cars, noises and cartoons. He likes it enough that is even subduing any fussiness he may have from not being home and for it being too cold to go to the park, and the movie even subdued him during plane flight. The only thing I don’t like about this like of the movie Cars is the fact he may want to watch it often and every time we let him watch videos, which means I have to watch it or hear it.
Ezra went to his first wedding and reception. During the ceremony he played with cars on his seat while an annoying kid sitting before us antagonized Ezra by continuing to throw a wedding pamphlet at Ezra after Ezra would politely give it back to the kid. He followed up ceremony with a nap while we waited for pictures. Then off to the reception we went where Ezra played in a park outside the reception hall. After the food was served and the floor cleared for dancing, Ezra began doing a unique running dance until he had to be pulled off the dance floor to allow the groom and bride to have the first dance, which Ezra didn’t like, and it threw him into a fuss that concluded the evening for Ezra.
Without much fuss, Ezra completed a three hour plane trip and a two hour drive. He still hates the take off and landing of the plane, but he did lookout the plane window a couple of times before he closed the window shade. And he still likes the comfort of -v-’s lap than that space and freedom of sitting in his own seat on the plane, which keeps him calm, but tests the will and sanity of -v-.
Where once we gave Ezra M & M’s to remain still while -v- trimmed his hair, now he seems to want it before bed like it’s brushing his teeth. For the second night in a row, Ezra wanted his hair trimmed before bed, so he went into the guest room where we trimmed it for the first trim and sat on the blue plastic box like he did during the first trim and then asked for a trim. So -v- trimmed a bit of hair, and Ezra smiled.
We’re going to go on an airplane on Thursday to go to Wisconsin for a wedding. Ezra thus far is not really too excited about “going up in the air” again. I’m trying to talk with him about it as if it is a really really exciting fun thing, but it’s really hard to get worked up in a good way about something as unpleasant as today’s reality of (coach) air travel. Especially when Ezra didn’t really seem excited about looking out the window on our flights earlier this month, there’s not much left to talk up. Maybe I can bribe him with more matchbox cars….and m&ms or maybe suckers?
Ezra has demonstrated again he can sing his ABCs without help or urging for him to sing his ABCs. YAY! …Next up: NUMBERS!
Ezra and I made a picture frame decoration for daddy for his birthday today! I tried to get Ezra to sing happy birthday, but he wouldn’t. He did at least acknowledge that it was daddy’s birthday, which is more than he would actually do for himself.
Happy Birthday Daddy! We love you!
The sleep slept away our fussiness from last night. And Ezra called for me at the top of the stairs to walk up the stairs to walk with him down. Then he and I played with trains and built a track while he ate the waffle I warmed for him. He spoke a few more words I have never heard him speak. He didn’t fuss or say, ,,No, daddy.”
Just as a clingy tired-looking whining Ezra was excited to eat his hamburger and potatoes, mommy had to leave. What followed was not expected…
He then didn’t’ want to eat the hamburger, the potatoes, a waffle, a pancake, an egg, cereal, cheese, apple, peaches, raisins, a fig bar, a tomato, crackers, ham, olives or a cookie. A cookie. EZRA REFUSED TO EAT A COOKIE! He didn’t want to play trains, read a book, watch Youtube, watch television, play with Play-Doh, listen to music, eat. I thought maybe he had a fever, but his temperature was and is fine except for the fact he was heated with crying emotion as he looked outside for mommy, as he picked up mommy’s keys and cried for mommy, as he sat on the couch and cried for mommy, as he stood by the door and cried for mommy. So I offered him a puppy. He said, ,,No puppy.” Instead, he insisted on crying loud and long and clear creating a loud song for the entire neighborhood. It was a song of crying with the lyrics. ”MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY. I WANT MY MOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMY!” It was song that had me speechless and wanting to scream, which I did into a pillow, after I sang a song using the music from Twinkle Twinkly Little Star, but with different lyrics because if I sung the lyrics to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Ezra sung his song louder because mommy sings Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. …Actually, his wasn’t a song. A song is too short. It was more of an opera that lasted an hour and a half.
Whaus = Ezra’s Speak for, ,,What is this?” Or ,,What’s this?” Whaus is usually accompanied with a point of finger at an object or to his ear (to represents the object is a sound).
It was learned over time by Ezra saying, ,,What’s this?” with a binky in his mouth.
Every time whaus is said, I say, ,,What is this?” Or at least I try. Ezra can say Whaus for many object before I can say, ”What is this?” making me feel it is more important to clearly define all the object he is curious about than use time to help unlearn a non-standard word.
This evening, we gave Ezra his very first haircut. Or trim, as we told him, because I read somewhere that the word “cut” makes kids think it’s going to be painful. He was a willing participant because the event involved M&Ms. He looks different…still cute, but different. More like Dennis the Menace, less like little Mr. Mullet. I didn’t get a chance to take pictures, but Kalab caught it all on video. And I have a little lock of Ezra hair that I guess I will keep somewhere, just like millions of other moms have before me.
After twenty minutes of, ,,MOMMY, MOMMY. I WANT MY MOMMY,” after he woke from a nap with mom out for a bit, I got him out of the crib by eating a granola bar in front of him then telling him if he wanted granola that he would have to get out of crib. He let me take him out of crib then he ate the granola then he walked the hall and pointed to television and said, ”T V..” We were going to watch Sesame Street, but the U.S. Open was on the channel last viewed, and he seemed and seems to like it. He is content watching it. The only thing he has said was, ”Where’d it go?” It being the tennis match when braking for commercial. And he has said, ”Beer,” while watching a beer commercial.
Ezra was sitting on and scooting around on his Skuut bike today during four different occasions. -v- and I suspect Ezra may have has some growth spirt while in Utah because his feet are now almost near level with the ground when on the Skuut bike, so pushing himself around looked fun and not frustrating for him today. He was smiling while he kicked himself around the house. He even wanted to wear his elbow and knee pads while doing it.
His new thing is now wanting a binky in his pocket. ,,Put the binky in the pocket,” he says. He says this even if he is wearing only a diaper like this morning. And it was this morning when I realized his binky addiction won’t be going away anytime soon because now he has a place for his binky, so he can pull it out when he needs a moment of the binky. I only hope he doesn’t want us to begin rolling up his binky with sleeve of his shirt like a pack of smokes.