Golden Pig Tales

After choosing to wipe his own butt, he gained independence. But now, I must teach him about the responsibility of not using an entire roll of toilet paper to wipe his butt. It is like he feels he needs to make toilet paper boxing gloves for one wipe. I have been telling him he needs and can use much less toilet paper. And he is getting better at using less toilet paper per cleaning, but still uses enough toilet paper to clog a toilet.

While playing, he got big sliver in hand. He didn’t fuss or cry much about it. The big sliver came out, and the sliver stab wound doesn’t seem to hurt him, but the redness and one instance of him feeling something like burning in his hand, which had us worried and -v- taking him to see a doctor.

Doctor said everything appears normal, but we need to watch the red mark to make sure it doesn’t grow; watch his temperature and give him some antibiotics.

It seems like only yesterday when it was about every four months we had to give Ezra antibiotics for ear infections or had to worry about some sickness. While I am not as freaked out about Ezra’s wound as I was while he was younger, I still worry and that will never change.

While -v- whacked the weeds, and I cleaned the kitchen, Ezra was allowed to run free around the house and yard pretty much unsupervised, which did make me nervous. I did peek out the windows when I heard the weed whacker spinning to search for Ezra to make sure he didn’t run off and fall from the retaining wall or decide he wanted to run around the block. When I didn’t see him for a minutes or so, I did get a bit nervous and wondered where he was. Of course, I would see him run past then realized why my parents would always worry when I was a teenager and unsupervised.

I had another conversation with a parent yesterday about kids and grade school. This was followed by a talk with a parent at the pub the night before about grade schools. And after talking with both parents, one who has been through the process of finding the right public/private/charter/magnet school and one who is going through the process, I have come to the conclusion that it is annoying and stressful these days to find and choose/get the right school for a kid. I am sure what ever comes of Ezra’s education we will make the best of it, and it is the parents that matter, but still. It is annoying that at such an early age if feels as if the kids entire life can be made or broke because the kid isn’t accepted to a grade school. Fortunately, we have months before we have to concern ourselves with beginning the process of finding a grade school for Ezra.

I like seeing other parents have fussy moments with their kids when trying to get the kids to do something. I enjoy seeing parents in the state of confusion trying to convince this kid or that kid to listen and act, but without much care or reaction from the kid. Seeing these things makes me feel better knowing I am not the only parent that gets fussy.

Ezra wanted to ride his Skuut bike down the big grass hill at the park. After his insistence and willingness to let me hold on to the seat of the Skuut bike as he rode down the big grass hill, I agreed. And down we went, but long before we reached the bottom, the Skuut bike seat slipped from my hand, and Ezra and Skuut bike rode down the hill and rode over the grass until he rolled to a stop only to look back and shout. ,,LETS DO THAT AGAIN!”

I told him we could do it again tomorrow after I got to relax from watching him ride his Skuut bike all the way down the big grass hill without crashing.

The New Way is the way home from Ezra’s preschool that was found one day many months ago after I didn’t want to wait to make a left turn on to a busy road, so I instead turned right thus finding a new way.

The first time I went The New Way Ezra fussed that we weren’t going The Way home, but once we drove by some railroad tracks, semi-trucks and to a busy roads with trees that make a tunnel over the road then The New Way became the way home, so now after pre-school when I get Ezra I ask him which way he wants to go, and he says, ,,The new way.”

So, the holiday lights in Ezra’s room have likely become Ezra’s night light.

So…Ezra wants long hair. I thought last week that we had convinced him that long hair was too much work to keep care of. We went through the fact he would have to wash hair more often, brush his hair and keep good care of the hair. Last week we thought we convinced him that cutting his hair was the best option because Ezra hates, HATES, washing his hair or having it combed. It was for these reason that we want him to cut his hair. So, last week, we told of all the responsibility that comes with long hair and we thought he was going to let us cut his hair, but that is not that case. Ezra still wants the long hair. So, now…Now we have to keep care of Ezra’s hair.

Ezra expressed he is not a fan of C-SPAN by closing the laptop as C-SPAN2 was playing while Ezra and I put together a 3-d car puzzle. After I told Ezra to ask if he could turn off C-SPAN because I was interested in hearing it. He asked if he could turn off C-SPAN, and I said yes.

My cares changed about the box, and the box has stayed around. The box is a great toy, I realized. It moved locations from the main living area to a room and to the basement.

It seems I came to care about the box.

He watches an episode of Bob The Builder, which will be his last of the shows he may watch today.

So far, the time with Ezra has been good. He even said he wasn’t going to be rude to me today, and that it wasn’t nice of him to be mean to me yesterday (which is probably something he reasoned after talking with -v-). And he said he liked me. We talked during the drive home. He has ate the waffels I made him from dinner, but the true test his mood and his like of me is when he is no longer entertained by the shows and wants more.

My words of wisdom to Ezra today after the back of his recycling truck was thought to be broke and therefor not shutting as it was also serving as the ambulance for other cars.

So…The lip sucking has decreased, but it is still a habit. There is a slight ring around the top lip where he licks to suck on lip. But still no binky, and he is listening to us when we tell him not to suck on or lick his lips, so I can’t complain.

There is still no fucking binky. I still have thoughts about once a week about how much I like him not having his binky.

The other day I seen a kid no older than two sucking on its thumb. My first thought was, <You can’t give away a thumb to help stop sucking on it.>

He has created his indoor football game that we played tonight and last night. I told him tonight he can’t throw the football in the house anymore because he is beginning to actually be able to throw the ball.

Last night he got fussy after -v- and I told him he can’t sign-up for beginner football, but he could sign-up for beginner soccer in part because there is no beginner football for three year olds and partly because we will make him wait for years before signing him up for football.

So…I don’t think he will stop liking football anytime soon.

Ezra is convinced for now that the football kicker is the best position in football. We even practiced place kicking many many times today in the back yard after Ezra wanted to go outside and play with the new football. He did throw the football around at first, but wanted to place kick the football with no prompting to me though I have mentioned a few times during the past the kicker plays my favorite position in football, and he always does like to watch the field goals and kick-offs when watching football. Maybe he will remain convinced place kicker is the postion to play when and if he decides he wants to play football, and then maybe -v- won’t worry as much about Ezra liking football and wanting to play.