Golden Pig Tales

Ezra’s fussy fits are here and there between during most days and weeks, and most the time the fussy fits of Ezra are now staged. It is like he has these acts and sounds that he creates until a certain set of sounds or acts will get attention. It is like he is an actor attempting to see what acts will get him the role of fussy-kid-who-deserves-another-Fruit-roll-up-Twist. Usually, when he gets into a fussy fit he will himself forget what it was he was fussing about after he calms down. It’s weird because some times I can see him looking at me and adjusting his sound to my reaction then I smile and he doesn’t like that because he feels I am mocking him, and I am not mocking, but rather amused by the fact my son is beginning to learn how to manipulate me.

I have begun binky negotiations with Ezra today after many days of his insistence that he will not be giving-up his binky when he is three. Of course, negotiating with a soon-to-be three year old is more or less useless, but I do feel he is beginning to come to a realization that his binky time will be much less as soon as he turns three.

I can only hope I have the resolve to sit through all Ezra’s fussing for the binky after he is three and all the agreements of the negotiations become reality.

Today’s lie was his lie that he didn’t have a snack bar today when he did have a snack bar for lunch. He lied because he wanted another snack  bar for dinner. When we asked him what happened to his bar we gave him for lunch, Ezra first said two guys took it from him then he said his friend M took it at lunch. And then he said he didn’t get one in his lunch box. Then he said he wanted another bar.

I asked Ezra if he is ready to give-up his binky when he is 3, and he replied he will be ready when he is 5.

While leaving to go to Yoshida’s SAND IN THE CITY, Ezra insisted we take a bus for we were taking the car to help take his stroller along for the inevitably ride on the city train some where and the following walk back. Ezra likes the city train and the bus and after a time Ezra doesn’t like to walk. So we took the bus because Ezra insisted. Ezra played in sand. We took the city train to the Saturday Market and walked back to the bus stops because Ezra want to walk along the water front, so -v- carried Ezra. Ezra did walk a long way. And it was probably best we didn’t drive. I only wish I could have helped -v- carry Ezra, and that I had recorded his insisting words to take the bus for I would like to play it to him again when he is a teenager and will probably think the bus is lame.

-v- woke with me saying the words loud, ,,THERE’S A PIECE OF WOODEN TRACK IN EZRA’S EYE!” for when Ezra woke and came down stairs  he had his right hand over his right eye. He kept saying he got track in his eye over and over, and I tried to get him to move his hand, so I could see, and he didn’t and wouldn’t move his hand, and he kept complaining, and then finally he moved his hand.

His eye was closed by goo and looked swollen.

I freaked out! Ran upstairs, and woke Valerie with,  ,,THERE’S A PIECE OF WOODEN TRACK IN EZRA’S EYE!”

…There was no wooden track in Ezra’s eye. He only had gooy eye. Once -v- calmly applied a warm cloth Ezra’s eye the eye lide opened withoout a piece of wooden track in his eye.

Ezra likes to touch the computer screen when he points which Caillou he wants to watch or what picture he wants to see leaving finger prints all over the surface.

-v- and I have tried to teach him not to touch the computer’s screen to avoid having his finger prints all over the screen, but we have realized we are probably confusing him because we let him play educational game’s on -v-’s iPod Touch that demand him to touch the screen.

So, I suppose Ezra is just adjusting to the future of computing while -v- and I are living during the past.

He’s upstairs now. He left after we finished are dinner. He mumbled, ,,Have bink.” Then walk to his room. When I go to his room in a few minutes, I will likely find him on his bed, laying on back, starring at celing with bink in mouth. He will be calm and smiling. He will be relaxed.

We still remind him every day it will be taken when he is 3, and he will need to begin to stop using the binky even in his room. He is starting to get tense realizing he is nearly 3.

I am also getting tense at the thought of Ezra without his binky break.

Ezra’s doing great with pooping and peeing in the potty, but not so great giving up the binky.

Ezra’s doing better with the binky. He does leave it in his room. He doesn’t complain about it remaining in his room. Ezra’s doing better with the binky, but I am still feeling a bit of the stress -v-, me and Ezra will feel during August after we take the binky away.

Ezra likes the binky when he sleeps or when he wants to relax in his room. He uses the binky to likely think and calm while alone. He uses it at times after he has had a fussy fit and didn’t get something he wanted, so he walks himself to room and has a few pulls on the Bink. The binky has the nickname Bink. But hopefully all this Bink Thought will end after a few weeks of withdrawals.

We will be taking the binky after he becomes three. We have been talking about this event with Ezra for months now. He says he is ready. He says he will be willing to give it up, and I am sure he will be able to let the binky go, but I do know how much he likes his Bink, so I know it will be a stressing time for all, but for Ezra it will be a straining, too.

I feel I am the one being trained. I feel (as does -v-) that we are doing everything wrong. I feel that he will forever be pooping in his underwear and not caring. Because he doesn’t seem to care about pooping and peeing in his underwear, and he feels to care only that we change his pants and underwear and clean his bum after he poops, which he hates more often than not.

We don’t feel it is an accident when he has pooped or peed in his underwear, but rather his preferred way of pooping and peeing. Not that I blame him, and I can understand because that’s how he has always done it. I only wish he’d understand that he would need to change his underwear and pants and wipe is bum much less if he pooped and/or peed in the toilet. But he is only two and a half, so I realize my wishes can wait.

We have two potties. We have two to go near the two adult toilets. We even have a seat Ezra’s size that would fit around the adult toilet seats. One of the toilets he has decorated with stickers, but for some reason he hates it and the other potty and the potty seat. Or he hates something about the toilets like the bathrooms, the placement, the type. Well, the type of toilet could be an issue because he will pee and poop in the toilets that are at preschool school partly we suspect because the preschool toilets flush. And it could be likely that watching other kids at preschool help him feel more comfortable.

I don’t know. We don’t know. We are confused. I just hope Ezra doesn’t enjoy to poop or pee in pants more than sitting on the potty for the rest of his life because of some psychological manifest we create.

My mind hurts from answering so many why questions today. -v- has a bit of a brain wear, too. I reason I need to learn more about physics  because Ezra’s why questions can come down to the molecular level. I have also realized why my dad would some times just say, ,,Because I said so.” I have said that more than once this evening. I am all out of why.

I stipulated if Ezra was to watch two Caillou that he would have to let me change his pull-up diaper for a pull-up diaper without a night’s of pee with no fuss. I stipulated that we would change his diaper before watching the two Caillou. He negotiated with a whinny, ,,Nnnnnnnnooooooooooo,” then stipulated. ”After Caillou.” I wasn’t in the mood to negotiate, agreed and wrote the verbal contract by saying, ,,After two Caillou we are going to change your diaper.” Ezra said, ,,Okay.” We watched two Caillou. As the last one ended, I said, ,,Let’s change your diaper.”

He said, ,,No. Not yet.” And he walked away.

As Ezra walked around, ate a waffle, played with a garbage truck, sat under the table then walked to the kitchen while I followed and talked about the fact he needed to complete his conditions of the contract.

Then -v- reminded me that I never stipulated when after Caillou that we needed to change Ezra’s diaper.

I stopped talking.

Ezra ate his cereal. He walked into the bathroom, closed the door, took off his pull-up diaper and sweats and let -v- help him with pulling up his diaper with no fuss.

While we try to teach Ezra not to hit, and I feel we do good at teaching Ezra not to hit for he rarely swings to hit, Ezra does hit once during awhile. He has two main ways of hitting. There’s the wild swing of a floppy arm that is usually followed by him stepping away and saying, ,,NO!” Then there is his Tiger Claw.

The Tiger Claw is used rarely by Ezra and only on a kid and always because of a dispute over a toy he wants or doesn’t want to share. He’s pretty fast with the Tiger Claw and pretty effective at poking the kid’s eye then grabbing the kid’s face causing the kid to squint and miss their Tiger Claw.

After waking, eating, talking, reading, car riding, playing, fort building with Ezra all day long. After having built one chair fort for most his toys and many couch forts for Ezra, and after reading books, and after eating. After ABCs and counting. After watching Caillou as we sat on the couch and ate a heated frozen pizza, Ezra smiled and said, ,,I like you, dad.”

I want to vacuum the rug to suck-up the bits of card board that was recycling bits for Ezra’s Recycling Truck that we made Christmas day that are now bits of card board trash. I didn’t vacuum the rug because Ezra pleaded and insisted that the fire truck puzzle remain assembled and on the rug. I really didn’t want to vacuum anyway, and he let me move many other things to begin to cleanup from Christmas, and I didn’t have the talk in me to reason with Ezra to show him I only want to vacuum.  The fire truck puzzle will abide for now, and with the talking of -v- and me then Ezra will probably help put away the fire truck puzzle.

The cleanup from Christmas will continue tomorrow. Maybe we will take the lights and decorations of his tree tomorrow. Maybe we won’t.

There have been times during the past when Ezra has claimed my facial stubble as reason I could not read to him, hug him or do something. He says that I have a bumpy face. I don’t think he liked the rough feel of course stubble or the tickle of the short scruff. Lucky for Ezra, I have been shaving everyday for the past days, so now he has no fear of the bumpy face, and every time he says I have a bumpy face I have him touch my cheek or chin and he feels the smooth shave, which causes him to smile and say, ,,Daddy don’t have bumpy face.”