Golden Pig Tales

Talking Ezra to sleep. Talking to sit on the potty. Talking Ezra that he can’t run and eat. Talking to Ezra how to butter toast. Talking with Ezra about books. Talking books to Ezra. Talking to Ezra about sleep. Talking with Ezra about what food he wants. Talking to Ezra that scissors are tools and not toys. Talking to Ezra about needing to change a poopy diaper. Talking with Ezra where the poop goes. Talking to and with Ezra is fun, but after a day of talking to and with Ezra its nice to not talk.

Some time during the day Ezra must have heard the word stupid because as we were leaving the coffee shop for Ezra’s gym Ezra decided to say, ,,Stupid,” to the police officers that he was excited to see. He said, ”Stupid, stupid, stupid…” from the coffee shop and out the door while smiling and starring at the police officers. I only asked what was stupid and why. He didn’t answer, and then he stopped saying stupid until he fell to the ground while running around the gym. Of course, the use of stupid was short lived, and our confusion of what inspired for him to say stupid so many times was soon forgot when he started to say, ”I play bass guitar at the bar.”

Ezra was pinching the top of his binky and pushing it across his table’s top. He said, ,,My binky’s like a wheelbarrow.” And, yes, with the back of the hand the body of the wheelbarrow and the binky the wheel, it did look like a wheelbarrow.

-v- said, ,,That’s his first metaphor.” And it was. Well, it was the first one we have heard.

Ezra said, ,,Thank you,” today after I got him some juice. -v- didn’t even need to remind Ezra to say, ”Thank you.” He just did. And he smiled, so it was better. It would had been even better if he didn’t  have his binky in his mouth.

Yesterday and the day before it was, ,,Yeah.’‘ Today, it has been, ,,Yeah, okay,” or ”Yeah. Okay,” or ”Yeah…Okay,’ instead of, ”Yes.” He still says, ”Yeah,” and there were times when Ezra said, ”Yeah,” and Valerie said, ,,Okay,” like she was completing his thought.

This morning Ezra woke wanting mommy, but mommy was sleeping. I asked Ezra if he wanted to play trains, with cars, read books, watch videos, eat waffles, strawberries, grapes, peach, raisins, cereal, chips, cheese or eggs, or play at the park, go downstairs. He said no to all only wanting mommy. I then asked him if he wanted a puppy. He said, ,,Yes.” Fortunately, mommy woke and called his name before we had to talk about a puppy because usually he says, ”No puppy,” and then I know he is just in his morning mood.

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.

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 likes dump trucks. Ezra likes to dump water, juice, plates of food, dirt, peaches and toys. The toys he dumps from his big dump truck he received for Christmas, which he sometimes also uses to dump dirt when he takes the toy truck outside. Everything else is either dumped with hand, plate, bowl or cup. We have been showing him and telling him and reminding him not to dump water outside of the tub or sink; not to dump dirt in the house; and please don’t dump your food from plate to bowl thereby playing with your food. No matter the substance dumped, nearly everytime he is dumping something, he says, ,,Dump it. Dump it,” at least twice. There are times when he will say, ”Dump it, dump it, dump it, dump it, dump it…” the entire dumping cycle.

The pulling of the pacifier from Ezra’s mouth may have let flow a flood of words for now Ezra is talking more. He talks about cars and how he feels. He asks more questions of What’s This. He queries about my sprained ankle. He plays I See You and other games that require talking. He counts and names things. He is beginning to talk to himself or things that are not living like cars. He is talking and talking and talking more each day, which is great. So great I want to write about it a lot because it is fun to begin to talk with him. It is fun to be able to ask him what he wants. He may not always understand to replay with talk and his words are not always sweet and loving like when he says LOUD, ,,NO, DADDY,” but he can talk.

I asked Ezra today if he wanted to go upstairs so we could change his diaper, and he looked at me with a blank stare. Then he shook his head back and forth. And then…..he said no! And then no no no!After the shock of hearing Ezra say “no”, we went upstairs and changed his diaper anyway. I mean, come on, it was totally a rhetorical question!  

Ezra calls food Apple. It is a universal word for that food object he is starring at or pointing at that he wants to eat. He wants, ,,Apple.” And then he points.

While we name the things we give him like bread, eggs, peanut butter, beef, pork, sweat potatoes. And if there are pieces we count them out with the name of the food like clementine wedges, peach slices, carrots pieces, peas. But still everything is, ,,Apple.”

Apple is easier than clementine, peach, carrot, potatoes and banana to say.