Golden Pig Tales

I cleaned my car out this weekend in hope to make Ezra’s drive from preschool a bit more comfortable because he has been complaining about the smell, the dust and the trash throughout the car now that I am driving him home from preschool.

He said he likes my car better now that it is cleaner, but he didn’t like the cassette tapes on the floor below his seat. He called these trash and helped me pick-up the cassette tapes and put them in a plastic bin once we arrived home today.

He also doesn’t like the car for the fact he can’t reach the button to move up or down his window which is a privilege he gets when driving in mom’s car because he can reach the button to move the window up or down and because he hasn’t abused the privilege.

He did say he likes my car now that it is clean and less smelly, but he also said he still likes mom’s car much more.

I now have a plan to let him decorate his area of my car. I will call it our car, too, because he is in it as much as I am in it.

Ezra’s LEGO creations have gotten bigger since getting a few more blocks for his b-day.

Today’s creation is a tower created by both -v- and Ezra. The tower is nearly as tall as me with a ladder on top. A LEGO tractor and semi-tractor are attached around the middle of the tall building. I am a little worried it will not survive an earth quake.

I am sure by tomorrow the the tower will be rubble then become another building.

Ezra got invitwed to a pool party today for a preschool friend’s birthday. This is the first time that Ezra has been in the water since our trip to the coast and he was really excited! It was a super hot day so it was nice to be at the pool. Ezra had a lot of fun playing with his friends and splashing in the water. He didn’t even mind when he got his face in the water and manged to avoid drinking pool water like he did all the time last summer when we had swim lessons. Fun!

Ezra showed me today he knows how to open the doors of the cupboards with the child safety locks. The locks are stiff plastic levers with a soft hook that presses against and hooks on a notched piece of plastic fastened with screws to the cupboard. He opened the door part way, pressed on the lever and opened the door.

I’ve been getting things ready for ezra’s birthday weekend. We are doing a party at preschool with firetrucks and cupcakes. After the party i think we’lll try to go out to dinner with the grandparents, then on saturday we’ll head to the beach. I think this sounds like a pretty good birthday weekend. Ezra seems to be getting excited about it now too…he keeps asking how long it is until he turns 3 and has his party

I was away for a work trip earlier this month.
I had fun for sure but it was also a lot of fun
to come home! I really missed him and kalab and the cats.
Glad that the boys were able to have some fun times
together and with grandma o and grandma and grandpa t.
We have been having a lot of fun Together ever since.

He drives by flipping lever, switches and pressing buttons and trying to turn the steering wheel and move the gear shift of my car, the car that doesn’t move because I don’t drive it. Ezra was standing on seat and out window a few minutes ago. He was ejecting the tape and turning the knobs of the radio. We are driving my car, and driving my car is Ezra’s new favorite thing.

I don’t know where we are going. We haven’t moved, but we sure seem to have gone somewhere.

I am a typical dad, so I realize the statement that Ezra may have mastered the scoot bike could be that of a dad observing his son progressing beyond current popular culture values for variables to define what an above average intelligence and an above average athletic child able to learn to peddle a bike during his current age, but I believe it true.

While I felt Ezra’s joy when Ezra told me of his first experience of him actually pooping in a toilet during pre-school and not needing to change his diaper, I felt sorrow after the story was done for it is another first I didn’t get to experience with Ezra.

After Ezra couldn’t wear socks with trucks then fussed and calmed down, Ezra said to all, ,,I want dad to buckle me in.” Meaning he wanted me to help him get in his car seat, which is an act that is reserved for parent number one, which is -v-. Meaning he wanted to give me the honor to buckle him in because he was upset at -v- for not getting him socks with trucks. I was more than happy to help him because I do try, but he gets fussy if I help him, so I don’t help him.  It also made me happy knowing I could help him and -v-. I was thinking I could help him and -v-  by letting me buckle him in his seat now that he was going to let me because he was mad at -v-. Of course, by the time we got to the car he wanted -v- to help him with his seat and buckle.

Ezra Tiger Clawed me after i picked him up from the mat at the playground gym to take him to the shoe area to put on shoes to go home long after the gym needed close. -v- got Tiger Clawed after a misunderrstanding of how Ezra was going to exit the car to go shopping. Only -v- had a scratch though I felt the pain, too.

Ezra is in bed…not sure if he’s sleeping.
Tonight he didn’t want to stay in his room,
at least not at first. He said his bed was bad,
his room was bad, he was hungry, he wasn’t tired…
So after a trip downstairs for a slice of bread and butter
we went back upstairs and he started looking a
little tired but every time I thought he was sleeping
he was not. Eventually he let me leave the room but
I still don’t know if he’s sleeping

The day alone with sick and fussy Ezra was more work than my hardest days of money job. I said fuck four times. The forth fuck was a holy fuck that was said when I was starring out the window while sitting on the sofa mindless having had lost the mind talking with Ezra, playing with Ezra, trying to calm Ezra, feeding Ezra, changing Ezra, soothing Ezra from ear infection pain, convincing Ezra mom will come back and all during a few minutes.

Ahhhhhh! Ezra won’t wear a diaper, won’t wear a pull-up
But he will wear underpants.
But he won’t sit on the potty. Arrrrrgh!
I wish potty training was done

Ezra came home from Trader Joes with an orange balloon. When he arrived, I could feel his joy because Ezra loves having a balloon. He said, ,,Hi, daddy,” with a smile, which for the past days has been the only cheerful greeting he has given me. He was happy for he had his balloon.

Usually, the balloons will be played with for the night then the next day they will lose their air and deflate and then be thrown away by the third day. However, tonight there was no balloon play because he pulled the balloon string,  and the balloon floated across the ceiling to the light. The balloon popped.

Ezra was not happy. He cried. He fussed. He wanted another balloon. He wanted to go back to Trader Joes to get another balloon. He wanted to know why it popped.

While -v- talked to him about the balloon, I began to search for a balloon I thought we might have. I searched and searched and searched and I found one balloon hidden in a junk drawer, and I thought, <This will make him like me more.> So, I took the balloon, and I walked over to Ezra,  and I kneeled, and I blew.

The balloon expanded.

Ezra smiled and shouted with joy against the tears still on cheek, ,,DADDY MADE A BALLOON!”

And then I blew the balloon again to make a big balloon, and the fucking balloon popped.

We went to the store today to get Ezra a new movie. The only one he showed any interest in was the Cars movie. He didn’t say no to a Curious George movie. And he didn’t say no to the Ratatoullie movie…but he said no to all the other movies. So we came home with Curious George and the RatMovie. This evening Ezra agreed to sit and watch Curious George. We were excited. But it was not happening. About 5 minutess into the show Ezra realized that he was being subjected to an inferior movie and demanded Cars. So now I am watching the Cars movie for like the 10th time. Ka-chow!