Golden Pig Tales

Nothing says good morning like a grumpy Ezra standing in crib giving me a waving palm as he says, ,,NooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Daddy…” as I open the door to his room to wake him for the day.

Bike ride along the river to see boats began the weekend. A couple of trips to the park continued the weekend.

I showed Ezra how to make bridges with his new train set and became the go-to person to fix the train when the bridges fell.

Saturday passed and night came. We slept and woke. Eza was eating a snack at his table in the kitchen during the morning. I stepped on a Matchbox car on the kitchen floor and said, ,,Fuck.”

Then Ezra said, ,,Fuck.” Then he said a bunch of other words that was beyond comprehension as I remembered that I need to say, ,,Fudge sickles.”

The rest of the day was calm sans Ezra’s face plant into some cement that scraped his nose and forehead. I didn’t say fuck and neither did Ezra, but I was thinking it. The scrape on nose later caused Ezra pain when the nectarine juice spread over his nose. He didn’t get stung my the plums juice from the many many plums he ate before dinner tonight.

The day ended with trains and books and no more speaking of the word Fuck.

Once all big things were Big Ones, but now everything big is big or huge. There have been huge rocks, huge trucks, huge planes, huge sticks and there have been huge poops, but no poops in the toilet.

Today we found a huge leaf during the walk to the park. The leaf was huge compared to the tiny shrub leaves that Ezra calls M & M’s that we passed during the walk to the park.

Tonight was Ezra’s second pee in the potty. This time I was there to do the pee-in-the-potty dance. I was there for the spilling of the pee into the toilet and to watch Ezra’s pee flush down the toilet for Ezra to say, ,,Where’d it go?”

Ezra asked to sit on the potty tonight after I had put him in his crib to go to sleep. He sat down on the potty for about 20 seconds, then got up and wanted to put his diaper back on. So we did, and he went back to bed. Then about 5 minutes later, he wanted to sit on the potty again. This time, he sat on the potty for about 2 minutes, when all of a sudden, I heard the sounds of pee pee in the potty! We were both very excited and we turned on the big light in the room and I did a pee pee dance and Ezra got up and pointed to the pee pee in the potty and said “I did it!” I was sad that Kalab was not there to see it, but I did take pictures. The jubilation turned to tears after about 10 minutes though, when we had to figure out what he wanted to wear. And then there were more requests to sit on the potty with no results. So, now, while I am excited about Ezra going potty in the potty for the first time, I wonder if bed time is going to end up getting stretched out longer and longer, because now he could really have to go potty!

Sometimes Ezra likes to sing a little clean up song while he cleans up his toys, or helps to clean up some other mess that’s usually been made with his help. It goes like this: “clean up, clean up, everybody clean up! clean up clean up everybody clean up!” you can repeat those verses for as long as it takes to clean up the mess.  Tonight, the thought of cleaning up a mess sent Ezra off into temper tantrum land. No clean up song was sung, and we nearly ended the evening with tears and crying. Fortunately, another song helped end the night on a better note - a happy and lengthy version of “wheels on the bus” brought Ezra out of his tantrum and helped settle him down to go to sleep.

Ezra’s wondering what Ezra’s doing or where’s Ezra going by saying aloud, ,,What’s Ezra doing?” or, ”Where’s Ezra go?” This is said from morning to night and nearly every time we answer. We answer walking to the backyard, eating cereal, coloring, playing with trains, going toward the bathroom, playing with blocks, looking at books, going to the park, going up the stairs, eating noodles, brushing teeth…

While I don’t find the questions annoying, I do hope by the time he hits adolescence he no longer talks third person about himself for nothing annoys me more than a person talking third person about themselves. When Ezra does it now, it is cute.

We  made a family visit to the food store today, and Ezra managed to say, ,,Hi,” or, ”Bye,” to just about everyone we passed through the isles and the parking lot. He even said, ”Bye, bye, store,” to store as we drove away.

Ezra wanted me to go to the farmer’s market with him and -v- this morning. Though I do not like farmer’s markets, I went because Ezra wanted me to go. And we went. We bought pastries, ate pastries, bought tomatoes and berries then strolled around and sat on a bench and ate blue berries, raspberries and strawberries while watching cars drive past and dogs run around. It was a good time even though we were at a farmer’s market and even after a few tense minutes while -v- waited in line for the pastries, and Ezra and I had to stroll around the crowed farmer’s market to avoid creating a stroller jam while Ezra asked for, ,,Mommy, mommy. Mom. I want my mom,” while I got tense and sweaty and wanted nothing more for -v- to be done with the long line that seemed to never move even as we stood there and watched and strolled by all the crowds of people waiting and talking and listening to music and looking at me and Ezra as Ezra began to shout, ”I WANT MY MOM,” then  I felt like the people looking at us may think I have kidnapped someone’s kid.

It started in the tubbie. I was playing with Ezra’s new shark bath toy and having the shark go through the water and end up nibbling on Ezra’s toes. During the approach I was making like the sound of the theme song for Jaws. I didn’t have it quite right, but it was close. Anyway, Ezra really likes this game and always makes me play for longer than I think is fun. But then tonight he asked for “mas donut” while we were playing the shark game, and I thought he wanted a donut. But no! He was refering to the sound I made in place of the Jaws theme music - duh-nuh……..duh-nuh….duh-nuh..duh-hun..duh-nah-nah! I guess maybe it does sound a lot like donut when I do it. I hope I’ve not lead Ezra to think that sharks like donuts. Although maybe they do?

It took Ezra taking the binky out of his mouth for me to understand him when he told me to, ,,Kiss it.” It was his knee for I was cleaning knee and spraying Bactine on it before he slept for he scrapped it at the park during playcare. Ezra told me to kiss it twice. This of course something -v- does to cure Ezra’s pain of an owie, which works, and the kiss did help calm him from the cleaning of wound and initial sting of the Bactine.

…Bactine tastes like tangy fumes of rubbing alcohol.

Ezra hasn’t really been happy about going to playcare after spending a fun week with Gramma O. Ohhhhh no. I’ve had to leave him crying, or  in today’s case, screaming. Even the arrival of his friend Maya didn’t make him happy. So, I feel pretty bad about leaving him. This is not easy nor a very pleasant way to start the day. The last time he cried about staying at daycare was months and months ago when his favorite teacher wasn’t there in the morning. The daycare is a little more chaotic the last couple of weeks due to some reorganization they’re doing and renovations at the preschool house, so that might be contributing. Maybe tomorrow I will stay a little longer with him in the morning. Hopefully he’ll get back to having fun times and waving ‘bye to me as he goes off to play with his friends. sigh.

This morning was the first morning Ezra woke with the want to be taken to the potty to pee. Though he did not pee in his potty because, as he said, the potty was, ,,Cold. Cold,” he did try.

,,Grandma do it,” was said by Ezra nearly as often as, ”Mom do it,” when I would try to change a diaper, pull Ezra from crib, read him a book during these past days. Grandma is gone. Now, -v- has no one else to help change a diaper or read him a book if she is around without Ezra fussing and saying loud, ,,MOM DO IT. NO, MOMMY DO IT.”

Size is now an attribute of objects that Ezra sees and wants to define especially if it is BIG. The Bus is a Big One. The fire truck is a Big One. The garbage truck is also is also a Big One. Usually he will point and say, ,,Bus,” or ”Fire truck,” then say, ”Big one.” Unless it was like tonight when this huge man sat down near us in the restaurant during dinner. All Ezra could do was point and say, ,,That’s a big one. Big one.”

Ezra’s potty training is slow going. So far, the only time he has any desire to try to sit on his potty to pee or poop just happens to be as he is laying in his bed, against his desire, to go to sleep for the night. No other time does he really express the desire to go to the bathroom and sit on his potty. So for the past to nights as we laid him down he’s expressed a desire to go pee in the potty. Both times it resulted in us all sitting in the bathroom waiting for something to happen. What has happened is Ezra sits on the potty for a few seconds. Then he stands and walks around. Then he sits on the potty. He will try to play with the toilet paper. He will try to leave to go run around. Every time we tell him that if he wants to go pee in his potty that’s good, but it is not a reason to avoid going to bed. So we sit. We wait then we go back to his room, lay him on his bed and just about when things are calm he will ask again to go pee in his potty.