Golden Pig Tales

,,That Sucks,” or, ”It Sucks.” or, ”That’s Sucky” are things -v- and I say often, and I didn’t realize it until Ezra said, ,,That suck’s. It won’t hook and hang here.” With each attempt to hook the tooth bruch box on the towel hanger he said. ”That sucks…That sucks. That sucks.” Until he hooked the tooth brush box on the towel hanger.

While it was cute to hear him say That’s Sucks for the first time, and I am proud that he used the slang properly, I don’t want to teach Ezra too much slang before he can better choose for himself what words he wants to have represent himself to people.

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.

Ezra, Kalab and I were in the car on the way home from a birthday party for one of our (adult) friends. Ezra was eating a vast amount of cheese puffs and in good spirits. At some point near home he starts saying something that sounds like “holy crapamole” and it turns out, that is exactly what he was saying. Kalab thinks he heard it from me. I am pretty sure at one point I have said “holy crap” in front of Ezra, but more than once I have said “holy guacamole” instead. The combination of the two was totally Ezra’s own creation, and one that I think I am now going to use more than once, because it sounds super funny.  But don’t tell him I said that.

PS - Happy Father’s Day to Kalab, who is a wonderful father and awesome husband to boot! Love you!

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.

Ezra is at Grandma and Grandpa T’s with -v-, and he wanted to call me. He called and told me where he was then gave the phone to -v-. I believe it was the first time Ezra talked with me on the phone.

This morning Ezra woke wanting mommy, but mommy was sleeping. I asked Ezra if he wanted to play trains, with cars, read books, watch videos, eat waffles, strawberries, grapes, peach, raisins, cereal, chips, cheese or eggs, or play at the park, go downstairs. He said no to all only wanting mommy. I then asked him if he wanted a puppy. He said, ,,Yes.” Fortunately, mommy woke and called his name before we had to talk about a puppy because usually he says, ”No puppy,” and then I know he is just in his morning mood.

Ezra is right-handed. Everytime he calls out to, ,,Pintar,” he most often holds the drawing tool, the pen or crayon, in his right hand. Once in a while he will hold the drawing tool in his left hand but after what feels like frustration he will put the drawing tool in his right hand and pintar.

Ezra is talking when that binky is not sucked to his face. His talk is single words and gesticulation but it is talking, and the talking is making being a parent so much easier for he can tell us he wants applesauce and that there is a choo-choo passing past if we couldn’t hear the horn in the distance.

He is able to understand more than he can speak which makes parenting a whole lot easier because he can at least say yes or no if he wants a type of food or if he wants to perform some task like go outside or read a book or not eat something he doesn’t want. Of course, he is still trying to understand some words we speak as we are still trying to understand some of the words he speaks.

One of the words he continues to say is mow-tow-tow which is Ezra for Motorcycle, which is a new favorite motorized vehicle. And no matter how many times I say motorcycle after he says mow-tow-tow he still says mow-tow-tow, but that is okay because he is still young and learning and still at times has a binky sucked to his face making words difficult to practice.

Ezra is getting bigger! It seems like he is bigger today than yesterday. Kalab and I both seemed to think so, so it must be true. Pretty soon, Ezra will be 6 feet tall.

We had so much fun hanging out with Ezra this weekend! It makes me sad that it’s Sunday and we will be spending the day at work, rather than going to the park, reading books, playing with toys and walking along the streets to look for taxis, busses, u-hauls and motorcycles. That sounds like way more fun than work : (

Ezra also proved his spanish vocabulary is growing! He wants mas mango, mas sesame street, and mas play time. He’s so cute when he says it : )

I can’t believe one little kid could be this much fun!

I believe Ezra knows I’m his daddy! Yes, there was a time when it felt like he was calling everything daddy. Now, however, he points to me when I get home, when he wants me to stand up and dance with him, when he wants the food in my hand, when he wants to go upstairs to listen to Johnny Cash, when he wants to watch me play Futsal but has to leave for home because it is his bed time and says, ,,Da-dy.”

It did take some time and more training. Much like the way -v- and I point to our ears and nose and eyes while saying the words ears, nose and eyes to teach him to associate words with objects, we have been teaching Ezra that I am his daddy. It feels to have work. Sure, like today, there have been a few time during the past month when he has pointed at the odd thing and likely, probably, said daddy, but more often than not, over ninety percent of the time, I am, ”Da-dy!”

I asked Ezra today if he wanted to go upstairs so we could change his diaper, and he looked at me with a blank stare. Then he shook his head back and forth. And then…..he said no! And then no no no!After the shock of hearing Ezra say “no”, we went upstairs and changed his diaper anyway. I mean, come on, it was totally a rhetorical question!  

Ezra calls food Apple. It is a universal word for that food object he is starring at or pointing at that he wants to eat. He wants, ,,Apple.” And then he points.

While we name the things we give him like bread, eggs, peanut butter, beef, pork, sweat potatoes. And if there are pieces we count them out with the name of the food like clementine wedges, peach slices, carrots pieces, peas. But still everything is, ,,Apple.”

Apple is easier than clementine, peach, carrot, potatoes and banana to say.