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.
Well, compared to -v-, I feel I am a push-over when it comes to Ezra and his whine and talk to get hs way to watch one more Thomas the Tank Engine, have me read one more book, let him wear his shirt one more night, to let there be one less brush of teeth. For example, while Ezra and -v- agreed on 3 Thomas the Tank Engine. Ezra talked his way to 5 once -v- had left. And I read three books and not just two books before bed. And he is wearing his shirt again tonight.
Bath time is always an odd time with Ezra because it begins with him fussing that he doesn’t want to have a bath and ends with him fussing that he doesn’t want to get out of the bath.
Then moments pass and Mr. Crankypants becomes Ezra. And Ezra helps me unload the dishwasher after I help him load a bunch of cars into the cab and bucket of a front loader. I didn’t even ask for him to help unload the dishwasher 
Many things if not everything are better than having a loving child wakeup and become Mr. Crankypants.
We are watching the Colts and Jaguars play or as Ezra calls them the White and Blue teams because Ezra asked if he could watch some football. Right now, Ezra is wondering if number 44 is back in the game after getting hit in the ribs. …Number 44 is back in the game.
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.”
I cleaned my car out this weekend in hope to make Ezra’s drive from preschool a bit more comfortable because he has been complaining about the smell, the dust and the trash throughout the car now that I am driving him home from preschool.
He said he likes my car better now that it is cleaner, but he didn’t like the cassette tapes on the floor below his seat. He called these trash and helped me pick-up the cassette tapes and put them in a plastic bin once we arrived home today.
He also doesn’t like the car for the fact he can’t reach the button to move up or down his window which is a privilege he gets when driving in mom’s car because he can reach the button to move the window up or down and because he hasn’t abused the privilege.
He did say he likes my car now that it is clean and less smelly, but he also said he still likes mom’s car much more.
I now have a plan to let him decorate his area of my car. I will call it our car, too, because he is in it as much as I am in it.
-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.
Ezra welcomed -v- home last night by waking her twice. Once because he wanted the hall light on. Once because he needed to go pee. It was the first time since -v- left on her trip that Ezra woke at night.
Poop is Ezra’s new favorite word judging by the amount of things that are poop or poopy. The stairs are some times poopy. The cats are sometimes poopy. Sometimes he talks about planes of poop. He likes to use the adjective poopy more than the noun poop, but really both are used a lot ever since he has been pooping in the potty. And always it is followed by a smile or a laugh because some how he finds poop and poopy funny, which it is when he says it, but I am the parent, so I can’t smile or laugh and I don’t.
-v- has been telling him that poopy and poop are words some people don’t like to hear, and that the words can be considered impolite. While I feel this is the best approach, I don’t know what else to do or say. I don’t want him talking about poop with everyone we meet, but I can’t get angry at him for using a word we have taught him. I suppose like pooping we need to now teach when and where and how and why to use the word poop.
I am convinced Ezra’s Monster Truck Shoes are not lost. I believe they are gone. Like -v- said this morning, ,,They have walked away.” I didn’t believe, but now that I have looked for Ezra’s Monster Truck Shoes I believe they have walked away.
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.”
One day you’re liked because you help build forts then the next day you are not liked for some unknown reason. Tonight Ezra liked mom and the cats, but not dad. And for no apparent reason other than I was not mom or the cats because I was being a good dad as -v- said and offering to build forts, help him with puzzles or read him books, but nothing I could do could change Ezra’s mind. At one time, I was Bad To The Bone like the song that Grave Digger plays before he begins to do the freestyle over the stadium floor. But unlike Grave Digger, I was unable to please Ezra in anyway tonight, which didn’t make me feel bad to the bone, but was kind of sucky. He was tired, so I can understand. I reason that he was just preparing me for his teenage years.