Golden Pig Tales

Maybe it’s when he pushes on me and says, ,,Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnno,” with a long dramatic push, when I try to help him instead of -v- like today when I said I would pick him up from the ground because -v- was cooking, and Ezra wanted to be picked up. Maybe it is when he gives me the hand and says, ”No,” when I say I will watch videos with him instead of -v-. Maybe it’s the squirming and fussing he has when I try to get him out of the car seat instead of -v-.

He says these Nos and Don’ts when it involves me doing something with him instead of -v-, I feel, because by me doing it means he will have less time with -v-. I feel as if he feels I am taking time from -v-, like I am competing for -v-’s time.

Sometimes if I ask for binky. He will give me his binky, but only when he needs to rest his mouth.

He asks for it when waking up; when he can’t find it; when I cause him stress.

He needed it last night when he didn’t want to go to bed, but it was time for him to sleep. He may need the binky for the next molar coming in.

I say to Ezra, ,,I can’t understand what you are saying,” when I can’t understand what he is saying because he has a binky in mouth. I am hoping to convince Ezra to take the binky out of mouth when he is talking, so i can understand what he says. Of course, I reason maybe his ability to talk with binky in mouth will help him become a ventriloquist good enough to earn a living.

I was giving Ezra a snack of string cheese today. Instead of giving him the whole piece of packaged string cheese I cut off the end thinking we could share. Deep inside I knew, as I was cutting the cheese, that it was a bad idea. It was a bad idea because I knew that Ezra at times hates having his food (and other things like crayons or sticks) cut, torn or broke part and earlier while walking to the park a stick he found broke in two and he became upset until I convinced him that he now had two sticks.

Ezra likes whole things. Or things he believes are whole. And no matter how much I tell him that two is more than one or that it’s still the same amount food (or stick), Ezra some times becomes lost in a dramatic display of tears and pouting because of the now unwhole thing.

One time -v- cut a peanut butter sandwich in half before him, so half of it could be saved for his lunch. Ezra lost all sense of reason and emotional control. He even tired squishing the two halves of sandwich back together with his two hands wet with tears.

Today it was a piece of cut string cheese. I gave him a new whole piece but he wanted the one I cut. He tried to press the two pieces together and glue it with his tears, but no matter the pressure they wouldn’t stick. I even tried to press the two pieces back to one but with no success.

The story ended with me giving him his binky and both of us wishing I had not cut the cheese.

He didn’t want to hold my had down the steps from house as we went outside. He didn’t want to hold my hand while crossing the street. He didn’t want any help getting his push/ride dump truck unstuck from grass when he went off roading. He resisted my gentle push to keep him going when crossing an easement to a store’s parking lot. He didn’t want me to stand right next to him while we watched cars. He was happy to let me carry him back to the house, but wanted to climb the stairs by himself once we arrived home.

So Ezra was finally dressed and ready for playcare this morning. We finally got his diaper, pants, shirt and socks on without much fuss. Then there were the shoes. THE SHOES! The shoes were almost on, and he began to point to couch and say socks or something that sounded like socks and there were no socks on the couch, but he wanted something on the couch that sounded like socks, but there was nothing there! And then he wanted his socks off, so he pulled off a sock, and we thought he wanted another pair socks, and we just wanted to get the shoes on and go to playcare, but he really wanted socks from the couch, but there was nothing on the couch, and I showed him there was nothing on the couch. Then he began to say jacket and want his jacket. Then I got the wrong jacket, and he freaked and began to want his binky, binky, binky, binky and -v- got his shoes on as I went looking for his binky thinking that I want a suck or two of the binky to see if it would calm me before giving to it him.

The joy of seeing the molars has been cried away and lost somewhere between sleep. Ezra has woke about one once a night which is far less than the teething of the past, but tonight and today the molars seem to have Ezra suppressed. He had a slight fever. He just laid around and wasn’t that excited about anything. He seemed depressed. Yes, they are fucking molars because they cause him pain, but really it is good that he is going to get molars then he won’t have to feel the pain of the fucking molars again or of not being able to chew.

…This is all assuming what is causing the issues are the molars. It could be a fucking cold or fever, but likely is not.

Ezra’s seen some skateboarders at the park a couple of times. Ever since he’s seen the skateboarding kids he’s been acting like he’s skateboarding. First it was the base of wooden block train he tries to stand upon like skateboard. Then it was the floor and him standing sideways like on a skateboard and bending at the knees then sort of jumping up. Today the skateboard was a small plastic container. He was bending at the knees and grabbing the rim of the small plastic container then he stood up suddenly like he ollied. Then he smiled. Then he stood sideways and put his arms out to the side like balancing on a skateboard.

I feel that he may be getting a skateboard and a helmet for his birthday. Of course, next week he may notice all the bikes being peddled around the neighborhood and begin to act like a chair is a bike.

-v- finally got Ezra’s motorcycle shirt off him this morning with not too much fuss. He had been wearing the shirt since Thursday night. It is a shirt that is part of a pajamas set that he fussed to keep on during Friday morning. We let him keep it on because we had no desire to let that fuss spread into other acts like putting on his pants, socks, shoes and coat, so the shirt with the motorcycles remained on for the day. Then at night, as I was putting him to sleep, I took the shirt off to put on a another shirt on for bed time, but Ezra was having none of that. He went crazy fussy. It being so close to sleep time I made a deal with him. If he let me change his pants and diaper and if he would calm down then I would put the shirt on. It worked. He calmed and remain calmed as I put on his pajama bottoms and a new diaper and put him to bed.

-v- got the motorcycle shirt off this morning, but not with out some fuss and not without a small protest by Ezra by him not allowing -v- to put on another shirt.

It could have been the first rain clouds in days. It could have been the cold walk through the rain to watch cars that didn’t last long because it was rainy and cold. It could have been his early and short nap. It could have been the fact early in the morning he bit is lip. It could have been my desire to not let him have his binky. It could have been because Ezra only wants -v- to carry him, but she can only carry him for so long. It could have been because it was beyond difficult when dressing him for bed. It could have been that by the end of the day we were all fussy and worn out and wanting quiet. Whatever it was it was one of those days.

Ezra again today shows his evolving relation with the binky as he now calls out for it when he needs a Binky Break. ,,Binky, binky, binky,” he says. Then he rubs his jaw and around his face. He sticks his fingers in his mouth like he did today.

I’ve been trying not to give into his pleas for the, ”Binky, binky, binky…” except at night before bed and in the morning, but today after -v- left for a quick trip to the store, and Ezra went crazy with tears and snot and face rubbing for more minutes than I could handle after trying to read him a book, show how much fun his toys are to play with, ran around to see if he wanted to play Crazy Fun Ball and tell him that -v- would be returning soon that mom would be back that she would return, but he wouldn’t stop crying and rubbing his face and crying, crying, crying…So I gave him his binky and the crying stopped and the world  was calm, and I sat down on the floor thinking how much I wish I had a binky to suck on.

Today was another day of trying to find what Sesame Street segement Ezra wanted to watch. While he once loved to watch I’ve Got Two, now he can’t say, ,,No,” fast enough until I’ve Got Two is turned to another Sesame Street segement (which is too bad because it was really cute to see him mimic Susan and Bob). There is the one with Little Bird and Big Bird he liked for about two days. He didn’t like that one today. He didn’t like the segment from the first episode about milk that he use to love to watch.

In fact, he didn’t want to watch more than a few seconds of anything today except the segment about the number three, and then he only wanted to watch it once, which is fine, but it is not like he wanted to watch it once, stop and do something else. That was not the case. Instead he expected -v- to skip through the segments with him watching a few seconds before he said, ”No.” If she waited for a few seconds more before she hit the remote to show the next segment then he said, ”No, no, no, no…” until it was turned. So one would think that he didn’t want to watch anything, so we turned it off and he said, ”No, no, no, no…” and became fussy as if he only wanted a few seconds of everything.

In addition to Ezra’s new desire to stand on structurally insecure boxes and try to stand on his toys with wheels without falling, and his joy at running the length of the couch despite our repeated attempts to stop and tell him to not perform these acts, he has a new stunt that he thought of yesterday and performed again today. This stunt involves him pulling all the pillows from the couch and the sofa chair of the main living area then piling the pillows below the sofa chair. Then he gets on top of the sofa chair and jumps into the pillows.

Of all the stunts he likes the perform, the falling from sofa chair to pillows is the one we are less worried about than the others because the fall isn’t that far and the pillow pile is high, and he is a kid, and he will do this anyway. What we are concerned about his lack of aim even with a big pile of pillows, so we are only hoping to control his fall and be sure we are around anytime he performs this stunt. Fortunately like any performer Ezra wants a crowd, so we are there to help guide and catch him and then tell him that he need not be a stuntman until he grows up.

There is no love between Ezra and the bath. He fusses just to get his feet in the water and then he locks his legs making them stiff as boards. If a touch of preasure is applied at his leg joints to help him sit in the bath, he freaks and does a splashing dance.

It is unknown why Ezra has lost the love of the water. It has been this way for the past couple of weeks. Before the two weeks he would love to bath, but now…Now he stands and fusses and gets water everywhere but on is body.

Ezra’s been perfecting his scowl. It went from looking like Frankenstein being stumped with a question to Ezra looking pissed-off. It is all in the eyes. He can peer with his scowl. And his lips become tense too. And the way he looks away with his scowl makes you feel like you are a fool or rude.

He scowls when he doesn’t get his way. He has been scowling a lot because he wants to play with the oven, the fridge, the cat’s tail. He scowls if he doesn’t get his pacifier; if he can’t brush his teeth for the sixth time during the day; if he can’t go outside right now. He scowls the more tired he becomes. His scowl is still cute for it is his scowl.

Ezra takes his sippy cup, turns it upside down and shakes out water on a plate or on top of his table. Then he slams an open palm in the spreading pool of water and watches the splash. Then this action is performed again until either there is no more water or inspiration has waned.

He also likes to take some of his food from his food plate and put it in an empty cup. Then he takes his sippy cup and shakes water from the sippy cup to the inside of the cup with food. He will then look inside the cup and reach inside mixing the food and water together. Most the time he is satisfied with leaving the mixture of Food Art and Water Art in the cup, but other times he wants to use a different canvas, so he spills the cup’s contents upon a flat surface allowing the food and water to flow and the art to spread.

At first, I would criticize his Water Art regardless if it was on his plate, his table or the floor. But now, after following the wisdom of -v-, I have chosen to limit my criticism of Ezra and only criticize his expression when his canvas is the floor.

They gave him some liquid Valium to make him silly. A few minutes after he was looking around and rocking on back.  They took him away and gave him some gas to calm him further. Then they put the tubes in. The time span between him getting the Valium and him returning from the operating room was about forty minutes.

When he returned from surgery, he looked like I do after a night of drink too much whiskey. His face was puffy, and eyes were barely open and red. He was groggy and fussed a bit, but mostly he sat silent and still as he stared at the ground wanting to be held by -v-.

After the surgery, the doctor said that Ezra had a lot of fluid behind both ear drums and a slight inflammation, and that everything went smoothly during the operation.

Now we are home, and his mood is good. He has been smiling and eating. He did have some trouble walking at first, but now is walking with balance.

Now I only hope the tubes will help him hear and become less susceptible to getting those fucking ear infections.