Golden Pig Tales

My dear, sweet baby boy turned 4 yesterday. He will always be me my baby boy.
I love you, Ezra!
Mom

He is 4! B-day party was great. It’s even better now that it is over. And now we have another year break before the next party.

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.

Ezra is with Grand Parents for a few days before birthday. While it is nice to have a couple nights alone with -v-, it feels a bit awkward without Ezra. And it feels weird not reading books to him at night. It feels too quiet and calm.

I believe Ezra, like many children, is a great actor. Yesterday, he was red faced, tense and near tears because he had to eat another piece of lettuce from his plate. As soon -v- said, ,,You don’t have to eat the last piece of lettuce,” Ezra’s face and body sprang free to life with a  grin. The red spread over face faded and joy spoke forth, ,,Can I have my treat?” After -v- said, ,,After you eat the last piece of lettuce,” his face flushed red; his body tensed and face squinted the whinny wail like some one just told him all his toys had been taken forever. As I sat there and watched him whine and fuss and throw a tantrum over one piece of lettuce, I decided to copy Ezra’s tantrum. It only took about fifteen seconds of my acting like Ezra for Ezra to laugh and smile at me for acting like him.