Aside from him becoming a fan of little league baseball, Ezra is becoming a t-ball player. He’s got his batting stance, swing and ball hitting skills. He can run the bases. He can slide into home like a champ, which he does often and has the knees scraps and grass stains to prove it. So soon I will probably be taking him to little league and becoming one of those parents cheering from the bleachers.
It’s his new favorite game. A game he can be played over and over and over and over. His technique is getting better. At first, he preferred paper. Now it changes when I least expect it. Last time he won six out of ten.
I smiled, said, ,,You better get use to it.”
Ezra’s more social than me. If we stop to get a snack and a drink some where, he will want to stay and sit at a table and stare out the window and be around people while he eats his snack and drinks his drink. If we are at the park, he prefers that other people are there. If we are watching a baseball game, he will want to sit in the bleechers (where all the people are at) and not in the hill overlooking the field where few people are.
We met friends with kids at the Zoo and had a fun time. There was only one sad moment when we didn’t know we crossed the line to leave the dinosaur exhibit, so he couldn’t go back through the zoo’s dinosaur exhibit unless we paid again and that we weren’t going to pay again (at least today). Other than that it was all good and calm as Ezra was understanding and thoughtful of our friends and their kids. He had fun at the zoo. And after zoo we ate pizza at a pizza place with friends while Ezra scribbled, ate and played friend’s kids. I watched nervously as a kid that we didn’t know arrived at the pizza place (a bit older kid) and wanted to play with Ezra and his new friends around the bike rack. I seen and was calmed when all the kids played without pushing or ignoring or causing too much chaos. The all seemed to make some game that only they knew and had fun playing by the rules. They all got along. As kids seem to do, they played, so maybe it is just not Ezra that is great.
Today I was again denied the role Race Car and Truck because Ezra wanted the Sheriff voice with the Race Car and Truck, but I said the Race Car and Truck don’t have the same voice as Sheriff, so I was given the role of Sheriff again.
I have experienced some fame because of my acting as Sheriff. Now, Ezra requests me to play and talk and go to the park. He’s even chosen me over -v- a few times today, which only happens when -v- is gone.
Ezra insisted I play the role of Sheriff LEGO Car again tonight and talk in the Sheriff LEGO Car voice. After an hour of talking in Sheriff LEGO Car’s voice, the character grew. After the next hour of talking in Sheriff LEGO Car’s voice, I realized it will be awhile until I will be able to expand my acting skills by trying different rolls of Truck LEGO Car, race car, Trackling Train or me. Yes, me. I have talked more today as Sheriff LEGO Car than I have as me the person that is not Sheriff LEGO Car.
Today, I had to give an encore performance as the Sheriff LEGO Car, who was showing off his new hat to his other car friends, a Race LEGO Car (Ezra) and a Semi LEGO Truck (-v-). By the third encore performance as Sheriff LEGO Car, I had the voice of Sheriff LEGO Car talking about his hat and having a hat party and driving around with his friends of the hat club. Sheriff LEGO Car drove around with Race LEGO Car and Semi LEGO Car, who both had hats. Race LEGO Car had a hat that looked like the hat could help it fly. Semi LEGO Truck wore a couple of hats both large and small. After an hour of talking in Sheriff LEGO Car’s voice, I need a break.
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.
Thanks to Dinosaur Train, Ezra insists on having at least one toe nail to remain uncut, so he can have a pteranodon claw.
Ezra was full of questions today. He asked about penises and vaginas and butts and how they work and why girls have them and boys don’t. He asked about the sky and numbers. One of his most difficult questions was, ,,What does mean mean?” after me answering several questions leading with, ,,It means…” We were unable to clearly answer what mean means.
While washing hands with him after tossing around the football outside, I noticed he no longer needs to use a step stool to use the bathroom sink.
We played our first full game of checkers today. During the past he would usually get bored with the game and/or frustrated with the rules, but not today. Today we played one game then another. And like any good dad, I answered his questions about rules; I talked strategy; I let him rethink moves and move pieces back; I explained him the rules again; and I won.
No longer does he need much help making the track or pulling the train or creating the story. Now he just builds the track with me helping to lay the track at his instructions. Now he pulls the trains along and talks a story about the train and its specials and the adventures and accidents as he and the train travels around the track. During these stories he does remember me by asking me to catch the train and get in the Trackling Train to enjoy the ride then asks me from time to time what I see.
The fire engine bed has been driven into the basement after Ezra and I took it apart and carried it down. This after Ezra finally decided he was ready to let the fire engine drive away for a new and bigger bed. There were a few words about how we both liked the bed and how much fun we had playing fireman rescue with the fire engine bed, but now it is in pieces in the basement waiting to be sold or given away, so another kid can enjoy.
I help teach Ezra to swing on a swing with his own swing and not a push from another.