Golden Pig Tales

After leaving the daily t-ball at the park while we watched little league, I went home to clean-up after dinner while -v- and Ezra played more t-ball. I finished cleaning the went to the pub. I met Ezra and -v- on the walk to the pub as they walked home. Ezra was happy to see me, but wondered why I wasn’t walk the same way to home as them. I told him I was going to the pub. He asked why. I replied honestly, ,,To see my friends.” He seemed confused and seemed to questioned why I needed to go to the pub to see my friends. I tried to explain, but then realized explaining to Ezra that dad sometimes needs to be around people is own age that most of who have kids and go to this pub and who want to go be with other adults at the local pub to talk about sports and movies and anything but sheriff and Cars.

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 walk in on the conversation between -v- and Ezra about death. Ezra was wondering what happened when animals died. His friend at school had a dog that must of died recently for his friend was telling Ezra that her dog is now a star in the sky. Ezra wanted to know if her dog was a star in the sky. I wanted to say, ,,No,” but before I could -v- said, ”Nobody knows.” And I was happy I didn’t say anything.

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.

I have come to like Caillou after it hasn’t been watched after a time. I have found I become too cynical if I see something over and over again during a short span of time. Ezra doesn’t seem to become cynical. I still want to tell him how I think Bob The Builder is probably thought to be a commy by some people, but I reason cynicism can wait.

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.

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.

It is a LEGO transport that he and -v- had created, so I understand why he is being insistent that -v- helps him fix the broken LEGO Transport. And Ezra lets me help him at other times, so I don’t feel left out. What I do feel is confused because his answer to my question of why he won’t let me help him fix the broken transport. ,,Because you wouldn’t let me finish the box of raisins,” he says.

Which is true because one time about a month ago I wound’t let him finish an entire box of raisins because it was a big box and enough raisins to give any one an upset stomach. And now he won’t let me help him. I ask him why again and again he says: ”Because you wouldn’t let me finish the box of raisins.”

Ezra told me as we rode home from pre-school that he doesn’t like the rain. It should have been an omen to the mood he eventually became when he got home. He began as pretty happy and chatty, and we talked about his day. We started to play LEGOs and talked some more. He started to fuss for mom, but stopped as we played with more LEGOs. Then his tower that was not structurally sound fell down and as the tower hit the ground Ezra began to get really fuss. He wanted to know why his tower fell down, where mom was, why it was raining, why he had to eat dinner, why could get his tower to stay up. He fussed as I cooked dinner. He fussed as we ate dinner. He fussed after dinner. He fussed before bed. Then he stopped fussing once mom got home.

,,Zero,” is the answer Ezra gives sometimes to reinforce when he says, ”No.” For example, I ask, ,,Are you hungry?” ,,No,” says Ezra. Then I say, ,,Are you sure you’re not hungry?” He’ll some times reply, ,,No. Zero!”

I have not tried to stop him from using 0 to define no because having written many software progams that use 0 for no I reason Ezra is correct and just beginning a fad for humans.

-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.

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.

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.

Some time during the day Ezra must have heard the word stupid because as we were leaving the coffee shop for Ezra’s gym Ezra decided to say, ,,Stupid,” to the police officers that he was excited to see. He said, ”Stupid, stupid, stupid…” from the coffee shop and out the door while smiling and starring at the police officers. I only asked what was stupid and why. He didn’t answer, and then he stopped saying stupid until he fell to the ground while running around the gym. Of course, the use of stupid was short lived, and our confusion of what inspired for him to say stupid so many times was soon forgot when he started to say, ”I play bass guitar at the bar.”