Golden Pig Tales

Ezra insists on dumping his pee and poop from his toilet bowl to the bigger toilet hooked to the plumbing with the bigger toilet’s seat down. Fortunately, Ezra’s got a good pour.

While -v- was away at the store today, Ezra and I had a Popsicle. It has been a reoccurring event with Ezra when he decides to not go to the store with -v-. He will usually wait a few minutes after -v- has left for the store to come ask me if we can have a Popsicle. In fact, I am pretty sure he remained  home from the store today because he wanted a Popsicle and not because he wanted to further bond with his father on Father’s Day, and he knew I would give him a Popsicle. I did. And we both had our Popsicles on the porch while he asked questions and commented on the people walking past, which was fun and made Father’s Day even more.

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!

Ezra and I had spit practice during teeth brushing. Ezra did okay. Most of the spit did run down his chin after his spit, but at least he got it out of his mouth. For a couple of spits, he wanted to catch the spit with his hand. I asked him why he wanted to spit in his hand. He didn’t say why.

He’s upstairs now. He left after we finished are dinner. He mumbled, ,,Have bink.” Then walk to his room. When I go to his room in a few minutes, I will likely find him on his bed, laying on back, starring at celing with bink in mouth. He will be calm and smiling. He will be relaxed.

We still remind him every day it will be taken when he is 3, and he will need to begin to stop using the binky even in his room. He is starting to get tense realizing he is nearly 3.

I am also getting tense at the thought of Ezra without his binky break.

As a father, I feel obligated to teach Ezra to spit, but so far he hasn’t mastered spitting toothpaste despite all the practice. He can get the spit out of the mouth put he needs to learn how to use gravity to pull the spit down.

Ezra has been rising earlier and earlier with the sun during the past weeks, so he and I have mornings alone. We both do our own things while he wakes. He looks at books or plays with toys while I write. Today he is watching an old episode of Sesame Street. While him waking early has now made it necessary for me to wake early, it has been nice to have some time to be with Ezra.

I broke a cardinal rule that Kalab had been trying to instill in Ezra: tools are not toys. I went with Ezra to the hardware store yesterday and they had these cute little tape measures in a bin and Ezra saw them and wanted one. I agreed, and so we came home with Ezra’s little tape measure. I thought he could keep it with his little box of toy tools and that would be that. But this morning, he wanted to take it to preschool. Actually, I think I was the one who suggested taking that, in lieu of the big stuffed 6 ft long dragon that he initial asked to take. So what happened at preschool was doubly my fault then. Ezra arrived at school and was happy to measure things with his teacher and I didn’t think there would be any problems. But when I arrived to pick Ezra up this afternoon, he had 2 bandaids on two fingers on his right hand, and one little cut mark on the other 2 unbandaged fingers. He had been measuring some things with his friends and let the tape measure loose and it sliced his fingers, sort of like a bad paper cut. :(  Which just goes to show that Kalab was right all along…tools are not toys.

Ezra’s new game is Football, which is played with a hard red foam baseball that came with his baseball bat.

Football begins once Ezra throws the hard red foam baseball at the ground. We chase the ball around to get the ball. Who ever gets the ball gets to be chased and tackled. Once the person with the red hard foam baseball is tackled and standing again. They throw the ball and we chase.

The kitchen is out of play.

Football ends once Ezra is bored.

Today I was Ezra’s Ayudante today for I remained home from money job to help Ezra remain home from preschool. He even gave me one of his preschool ayudante stickers to wear. He had me get stickers, play cars, help make cars and buildings with LEGOs and help get him food.

Ezra is feeling better and in better spirits, but remained one more day because his first poop last night after days of stomach sickness was a runny poop and stuck up the house.

Ezra wanted me to read books last night while he was awake late after sleeping off sickness most the day. I read to him for an hour many books with big pages and hidden flaps. Today, I read Ezra thirteen books, one after another, giving -v- a break from reading to Ezra all day long.

Before I read him the thirteen books today, Ezra wanted to build a fort, so we built a fort. Ezra instructed, and I built. He used a smaller cushion for the roof and a larger cushion for the door of the fort than I would have. Ezra’s roof was shorter and didn’t cover all of the fort, but the roof allowed light to shine through a gap between the door and the roof into the fort. We put the door on the fort after Ezra collected thirteen books and put them inside the fort and stepped up into the fort. With the door on the fort, Ezra sat inside and flipped the pages of all thirteen books using the light between the gab in his cushions to stare at the pages of the books.