Golden Pig Tales

I had another conversation with a parent yesterday about kids and grade school. This was followed by a talk with a parent at the pub the night before about grade schools. And after talking with both parents, one who has been through the process of finding the right public/private/charter/magnet school and one who is going through the process, I have come to the conclusion that it is annoying and stressful these days to find and choose/get the right school for a kid. I am sure what ever comes of Ezra’s education we will make the best of it, and it is the parents that matter, but still. It is annoying that at such an early age if feels as if the kids entire life can be made or broke because the kid isn’t accepted to a grade school. Fortunately, we have months before we have to concern ourselves with beginning the process of finding a grade school for Ezra.

I walk in on the conversation between -v- and Ezra about death. Ezra was wondering what happened when animals died. His friend at school had a dog that must of died recently for his friend was telling Ezra that her dog is now a star in the sky. Ezra wanted to know if her dog was a star in the sky. I wanted to say, ,,No,” but before I could -v- said, ”Nobody knows.” And I was happy I didn’t say anything.

The fire engine bed has been driven into the basement after Ezra and I took it apart and carried it down. This after Ezra finally decided he was ready to let the fire engine drive away for a new and bigger bed. There were a few words about how we both liked the bed and how much fun we had playing fireman rescue with the fire engine bed, but now it is in pieces in the basement waiting to be sold or given away, so another kid can enjoy.

I realized I am well on my way to being a parental hypocrite after telling Ezra not to eat with his mouth full while my mouth was full.

Ezra is beginning to ask more questions that I don’t know the complete answer, so I hear myself bullshitting to complete the answer then I stop, realize I am not at the pub and tell him I don’t know the complete answer.

I like seeing other parents have fussy moments with their kids when trying to get the kids to do something. I enjoy seeing parents in the state of confusion trying to convince this kid or that kid to listen and act, but without much care or reaction from the kid. Seeing these things makes me feel better knowing I am not the only parent that gets fussy.

While playing a new game Ezra created that required tackling (because many games created by Ezra involve tackling) and running into a goal, Ezra told me I need to make a mean face like him. His mean face is pretty mean. He even huffs and shakes his head like an angry wrestler. So, I clench my teeth and narrowed my eyes and peered while growling. He said, ,,You need a better mean face,” as he broke my tackle and ran across the goal line.

I help teach Ezra to swing on a swing with his own swing and not a push from another.

After getting home today, Ezra went to his room to change his pants because they got a little wet.

I waited down stairs and did some cleaning while waiting to hear Ezra call for me to come and play with him to make LEGO things or look for a car or build a fort. I waited and waited and waited, but no call came. I heard him playing. I heard him talking to toys, but the call of me to come play that is a usual event throughout any day didn’t come. So, I did some more cleaning and some writing while waiting and waiting and waiting to hear Ezra call for me to come play with him, but it never happened. And I felt happy that he  didn’t need me to play. I felt good at being able to relax, but deep inside I also felt left out.

So, we still play Slap Jack, but now I have him call out the card as I lay down the card on the table as he readies his Slap Jack Hand. Once we have slapped all the jacks, we count the cards we have won and compare the numbers and declare the winner the one who has the greatest number of cards while I hope to teach him numbers and reflexes and secretly wanting to teach him to better count cards for better poker playing (some time during the distant future).

It didn’t take long for Ezra to realize the box is just a little to small for him and not as comfortable as his bed as he is now sleeping in his bed.

Ezra’s box he has been decorating for the past months will be his bed for the night or at least that is what he wants to try to do, but who knows if it will last the night for while he now is laying in the box with pillow and blanket with the want to sleep inside the box he may not last the night for it is a box, but (of course) it is his box he has had for a few months and decorated, and he as taken a nap in the box, so maybe he will be waking in the box.

Ezra has learned how to tell the size of his cloths for now he wants to know if he is wearing T3 or T4 cloths. He prefers the T4 because big kids wear T4.

,,That Sucks,” or, ”It Sucks.” or, ”That’s Sucky” are things -v- and I say often, and I didn’t realize it until Ezra said, ,,That suck’s. It won’t hook and hang here.” With each attempt to hook the tooth bruch box on the towel hanger he said. ”That sucks…That sucks. That sucks.” Until he hooked the tooth brush box on the towel hanger.

While it was cute to hear him say That’s Sucks for the first time, and I am proud that he used the slang properly, I don’t want to teach Ezra too much slang before he can better choose for himself what words he wants to have represent himself to people.

The words from Ezra, ,,That’s okay. We can build it again,” were musical to my mind as it happened after some thing we just built with LEGOs crashed to the ground just as we were finishing it. His usually response is to get all fussy and angry. And I say, ,,Ezra, They’re LEGOs. We can fix it. This is part of the fun.” Then he would calm and ask me if I could fix it, but not today. Today he simply said, ,,That’s okay. We can build it again,” and he help to build it again.

I became a Reconnighzler after Reconnighzler Ezra gave me two push-pop sticks for the push-pop sticks give a Reconnighzler the power to shoot flames from hands by shooting fire when held with the thumb and index finger.  As a Reconnighzler, I was then suppose to find bad guys and stop them. We didn’t find many to stop, and I kept asking him how we knew they were bad and why we were going to shoot fire at them. While I find it awesome he has a great imagination, I am just trying to understand where he is getting his ideas for push-pop sticks giving him the ability to shoot fire to fight bad guys. It’s not from Dinosaur Train or Thomas The Tank Engine, and his books aren’t full of super heroes. It’s not like -v- and me expose him to this…Weird.