Golden Pig Tales

I believe Ezra, like many children, is a great actor. Yesterday, he was red faced, tense and near tears because he had to eat another piece of lettuce from his plate. As soon -v- said, ,,You don’t have to eat the last piece of lettuce,” Ezra’s face and body sprang free to life with a  grin. The red spread over face faded and joy spoke forth, ,,Can I have my treat?” After -v- said, ,,After you eat the last piece of lettuce,” his face flushed red; his body tensed and face squinted the whinny wail like some one just told him all his toys had been taken forever. As I sat there and watched him whine and fuss and throw a tantrum over one piece of lettuce, I decided to copy Ezra’s tantrum. It only took about fifteen seconds of my acting like Ezra for Ezra to laugh and smile at me for acting like him.

Ever since seeing Cars, he has wanted to see Cars 2. We have watched all the Mater Tales. We have Cars LEGOs of which I play Sheriff. He has shirts with Lightening McQueen and underware with Mater. He is wearing a new Cars 2 shirt from Grandma O. He is going to see Cars 2 today. He is excited. No matter the quality of the movie, it will be the Best Movie Ever.

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.

I realized I am well on my way to being a parental hypocrite after telling Ezra not to eat with his mouth full while my mouth was full.

After getting home today, Ezra went to his room to change his pants because they got a little wet.

I waited down stairs and did some cleaning while waiting to hear Ezra call for me to come and play with him to make LEGO things or look for a car or build a fort. I waited and waited and waited, but no call came. I heard him playing. I heard him talking to toys, but the call of me to come play that is a usual event throughout any day didn’t come. So, I did some more cleaning and some writing while waiting and waiting and waiting to hear Ezra call for me to come play with him, but it never happened. And I felt happy that he  didn’t need me to play. I felt good at being able to relax, but deep inside I also felt left out.

Ezra’s box he has been decorating for the past months will be his bed for the night or at least that is what he wants to try to do, but who knows if it will last the night for while he now is laying in the box with pillow and blanket with the want to sleep inside the box he may not last the night for it is a box, but (of course) it is his box he has had for a few months and decorated, and he as taken a nap in the box, so maybe he will be waking in the box.

I became a Reconnighzler after Reconnighzler Ezra gave me two push-pop sticks for the push-pop sticks give a Reconnighzler the power to shoot flames from hands by shooting fire when held with the thumb and index finger.  As a Reconnighzler, I was then suppose to find bad guys and stop them. We didn’t find many to stop, and I kept asking him how we knew they were bad and why we were going to shoot fire at them. While I find it awesome he has a great imagination, I am just trying to understand where he is getting his ideas for push-pop sticks giving him the ability to shoot fire to fight bad guys. It’s not from Dinosaur Train or Thomas The Tank Engine, and his books aren’t full of super heroes. It’s not like -v- and me expose him to this…Weird.

With the wisdom of -v- and the mind of Ezra, a planner has been born. We create set of options and tasks. Then he gets to choose the option and the order of the tasks to create the plan. For now, a plan helps one who wants more control feel like they have more control and complete tasks like brushing teeth, taking baths, cleaning, getting dressed, getting ready in the morning with little to no fuss.

Ezra proved again he has the power to slow time as it felt like hours while he was fusing for minutes against the reality of him needing to take bath tonight. After hours passed I was able to talk the fussing Ezra into the tub.

During Ezra’s phase of lip licking, we had problems having him put on chapstick or anything on his lips to help his chapped lips. While his lips haven’t been chapped for months, he has found a new like of chapstick as he is putting it on through out the day leaving a thick paste of chapstick on lips. Now, we need to tell him not to put too much chapstick on his lips.

The dinosaur phase other parents have told me about may becoming into phase and brough into phase by a Dinosaur Train. Tiny is the favorite. The cardboard house has even been called the Tiny’s Tiny Place by Ezra.

Ezra’s like doing things and like talking using the word like to define what he is like doing. ,,I am like walking,” he will say when he is walking. Or, ”I am like climbing,” he will say when climbing. I have replied during such instances by saying, ,,You don’t need to add the word like. You are walking.” I have added another time, ”Like is a verb to show favor for an object or like is used if you are comparing something.” I think it is working for I haven’t heard him like say anything in like the past couple days. I is likely that it is only because he hasn’t felt the need to define an action while he like performs it.

We had the playdate with Ezra’s preschool friends. It was my first play date. I feel I may have been the only one feeling a bit awkward as I didn’t know what the parents did during a playdate for the kids. So, I sat with the other parents in the room where the kids were playing. I sat and drank my tea. The parent talk began, and I listened and nodded and tried to fit in, and the kids were playing and having fun, and then the awkward feeling lessened. It seemed the awkward feelings did not exist for Ezra or the other kids. Of course, they have had playdates before.

Ezra and I talked again about the Beatie Boys’ song Sure Shot. Ezra now wants me to call the Beastie Boys and ask them why they can’t, wont and don’t stop.

I was moving boxes around in the box room to find interim space for the toys Ezra’s that will be given away, and I found the Monster Truck Shoes in a cat carrier with the gate shut.

Not that I care, too much, but I do, because I am left handed and there are so few of us, so I noticed Ezra was drawing with the caulk with his left hand and not his right which is the hand he uses most to write.