Soon Ezra will be four and the sippy cups will be no more for we have told Ezra that four is too old for sippy cups. We have a straw cup for his night time millk drinking, and he’s mostly been using cups and glasses aound the house, so getting rid of the sippy cup won’t be like getting rid of the binky.
His preschool friend C for some reason thinks it’s funny to throw playground bark-chips at me and thinks it’s okay to throw bark-chips at me as long as Ezra throws bark-chips at me. Then they both throw bark-chips at me and I step away saying, ,,Please stop,” ”Your being rude,” and, ”It’s not nice to throw things at people when not play catch.” After it happened the second time, I had talk with Ezra on the way home and told him Ezra that it was rude to throw things at me or anyone without them wanting to have some thing thrown at them.
Today when I got Ezra from preschool his friend C tried to get Ezra to throw a rag at me, but Ezra looked at his friends said, ,,No.” His friend tried to get Ezra to throw bark-chips at me. Ezra said, ”No.” And on the way home I told him how proud I was of him not doing what his friend asked him to do because he knew that I didn’t like him doing it.
We smiled.
He offered to help set the table, so he carried the plates, bread and tomatoes to the table. Then he served the tomatoes and poured his own milk.
I smiled.
We went with Uncle D to see the baseball game the Owlz versus the Raptors. After a few pitches a foul ball was hit to the far end of the field and rolled near where we sat. We sat around Ezra as he stood there with mitt. A player warming-up along the side got the foul ball and tossed it at Ezra. Uncle D caught the ball for Ezra. Then Ezra got the ball signed by the Raptor’s mascot. I was jealous for I have been to more baseball games than him and never got a foul ball, but I was able to enjoy through Ezra getting a foul ball.
-v- began the game where they were pirates searching for buried treasure using the treasure box Ezra made while at friends birthday party at the Children’s Museum. I drew the first treasure map of where x marked the spot where one hid the treasure box. Ezra traced over the map and hid the final treasures for -v- and me to find. A few times he put the treasure box where X marked the spot, but the last few times he put the treasure box in some other place that where X marked the spot. …So he was probably the best pirate of the three.
He was done arting after drawing a picture of mom, dad, him and the two cats. Mom is in the middle with her brown stick figure arms out and palms open looking like she is wearing two baseball mitts or has bear claws. I am a purple stick figure standing to the side of mom and across from Ezra. He is a blue stick figure about the half-height of mom and dad. The cats are ovals with stick legs and tails and circle heads. Triangle hears perk on top of head of scribbles.
We all have smiles for we are happy.
Tonight was the first night in many nights when I cooked a dinner that Ezra ate it up without fussing. He just picked-up the food and ate. And then asked for more. Then ate more. It made me feel good that for once I didn’t have to negotiate or convince Ezra to try and eat the food I make for dinner.
Ezra was happy to show me, and I was happy to see, that Ezra can now dress himself! YES! I feel like a competent parent even though all the credit goes to -v- for convincing Ezra he is a big enough kid to dress himself and then patiently help him through the process, so Ezra doesn’t get discouraged by a twisted sleeve or a rolled strap.
Ezra has been getting me in the mood for the holidays as he has been keeping the excitement of presents and holiday lights constant. Every days since we have gotten the tree set-up, Ezra has been excited to turn the tree lights on. He enjoys seeing the red of the lights outside. I was one who didn’t much care for the holidays. Now, I am excited thanks to Ezra!
We have red lights by the front door and blue lights for a window. Ezra got his own special holiday room lights that we told him probably would be out of his room before the end of January (which I will be surprised if they ever leave his room).
Another penny was found this morning by Ezra for his football kicking stand. He’s been finding and saving coins for a kicking stand ever since he got his football and then found a nickle.
Tonight was yet another night of Ezra sleeping with no binky. WOO HOO!!!
Just like diapers, Ezra has declared that binkies are for babies. Ezra declared binkies are for babies yesterday while leaving preschool. He was putting a Matchbox sized car in the lost and found box and saw a binky inside. Ezra said to the teacher, ,,What’s the binky doing on the preschool side. Binkies are for babies. There’s no babies in preschool.” Ezra, the teacher and I smiled.
Later, as Ezra was recounting his day at preschool to -v-, Ezra mentioned finding a binky in the lost and found box at preschool. Then I reminded him that he said, ,,Binkies are for babies.” And then I reminded him he still had a binky, but he wasn’t a baby.
What happened was sort of unexpected. He wanted to give his binky to a baby and have no binky. And he didn’t want to wait. -v- and me did wait for it was night time and we waited for him to be sure because this was his last binky. And he was sure binkies, like diapers, were for babies. We asked him again if he was sure he wanted to deliver his only binky to the babies at his old playcare where there are only babies. (It should be noted that -v- had recently delivered to Ezra’s old playcare place a bunch of unused unpacked disposable diapers because Ezra wanted them out of the house because as he has said, ,,Diapers are for babies.”) So after Ezra was sure binkies are for babies, and after he said, ”I won’t fuss about it,” we created a plan to drive over to his old playcare and deliver the binky with a note from Ezra to the babies through the mail slot. -v- wrote the note. Ezra signed the note, and we drove to the playcare building, and Ezra delivered his binky to babies through the mail slot.
Then we went to a place called Swirl for frozen yogurt and fruit. There was no talk of binkies. We returned home late with no binky and a tired Ezra.
Ezra remained awake unable to sooth himself with binky to bed. He wanted to be held. He wanted to be calm. He wanted his binky. But he was not as mad as the last time he was convinced he needed to quit the binky. The last time we bought him a car transporter with a bunch of Matchbox cars inside to trade for his binky. That night he was screaming and shouting and crying and shouting, ”I WANT MY BINKY!” And he got it, and -v- and I got the car transporter full of matchbox cars. Last night, he whined a bit and rolled around in bed wanting mom near, but he didn’t scream and he didn’t cry through the night and he went to bed without his binky, which is a beginning to ending his addiction because binkies are for babies.
When home, Ezra wants to sit on the big potty to poop and pee using his potty’s seat that nicely fits over the big potty’s seat to sit comfortable, which is great and cute to see him sitting high-up on the potty throne.
While once not long ago, Ezra didn’t like driving in my car. But yesterday, Ezra asked me to see what it would look like if I removed the head rest of the front passanger’s seat. I did once we got home. And today, Ezra got to see through the front windshield from his seat in the back as if he was in the front seat, which pleased Ezra so much that he now only likes mommy’s car better because she has better music, so now I will need to see if I can find blank cassette tapes to record some sounds for Ezra during our few drives during the week.
Ezra’s got big boy poop as I was just reminded as I seen Ezra’s Big Boy Poop in his toilet. He did tell us earlier that he was going poop, but we forgot about the poop as we were lost in talk and or too focused on hearing the sound of Ezra turning on the faucet to wash hands after the Big Boy Poop.
…Life is better now that Ezra is pooping in the potty.