Just another CarleSpawn weblog

Ezri wore her pinkest to party at her preschool friend L’s house for L’s 4th brithday.

Then in the afternoon we were off to the arboretum with Meghan. It was the first day warm enough to wade.

Spidergirl did some climbing.

Then she did some playing in the adventure woods. There is a portion of tree house there that I call “Ewok village” as it has that look. As soon as I asked if we should go to “Ewok village,” Ivan said “bacca.” That’s his word for Chewbacca who is not an Ewok, but for 19 months Ivan’s got some serious Star Wars knowledge.

Meghan took this picture of the small adventurer.

This is our egg dying fun at Blau haus. Ezri loved drawing on the eggs with crayons and putting on stickers after dying.

Today I told stories at Ezri’s park district preschool. It was a blast. I spent an hour with books and preschoolers. We sang, danced, ROARED, and had a lot of fun. At the end of my visit Ezri came to give me a hug and a number of her classmates followed her lead, so I got heaps of preschooler love. I feel very lucky.

To the DGPL librarians who will see this same group of children in a couple weeks I read Dinosaur Vs. The Library, Shark in the Park, Barry the Fish with Fingers, Grumpy Bird, Do You Know Which Ones Will Grow?, The Doghouse, I am Invited to a Party, and A Cheese and Tomato Spider. We sang Alice the Camel, The Day I Went to Sea, and listened to BOOTS by Laurie Berkner. We made mixed-up animals on the flannel board and my blue kangaroo hid behind flowers in the garden. All the stories went over well, so if you end up repeating some of them I am sure the kids would be pleased.

These are crafts she brought home from preschool this month.

I am not sure we’ve hit the lamb part yet, though I was outside without my winter coat yesterday. Ezri also donned her hello kitty helmet for her first bike ride to the park of spring. She has requested we install a bell. She declared herself to be “Bike GIRL!” Ivan was “Wagon BOY!” I was the superhero “Pull GIRL!” Given her pronunciation I thought I might be “pole girl,” but then realized she was referencing my job regarding the wagon.

She spent a long time getting her composition just right before allowing me photograph it.

Before placing it in the center of her artwork she spun the found milk ring on her finger and said, “My finger has a little hula hoop!”

She shared her toys with the 1-year-old twins.

She and Aunt Coral wore aprons to make the perfect hard boiled eggs.

She showed off on her trampoline and taught the little guys some bouncing moves.

It was a good visit.

Can one take too many photos of her children in boxes?

Another collection of quotes from the girl:

“Look, I am a chicken – a magic chicken.” She was flapping her wings while jumping on her trampoline.

“I will always have this hair until I am a skeleton.”

Talking to her own reflection in the window, “Hi, Ezri, what are you doing?”

“After I put on my cupcake pajamas I am going to be a weeping angel.” Her dad taught her to play “weeping angel.” It’s like red light, green light – but creepier. She’s very good at moving a step and then holding the exact position she had before.

“Let’s scratch the back of Baby Agent.” This is a quote during Ezri’s game of secret agent. Ezri likes to play secret agent after reading the book, 006 and a Half by Kes Gray. She has enjoyed several of Gray’s Daisy Books. I think Daisy is a kindred spirit. Daisy makes up a spy language that reminds me of Ezri’s made up “friendly alien” language. So, Ivan is the Baby Agent and I am the Mama Agent and Ezri is 004 and a half. She’s not that old yet, but I let her play more mature. She likes telling me how sneaky she is. Announcing your sneakiness may not be the way to practice the art of stealth.

“I am really really old. I am SIX!”

“We are having a underwear and fur party.” When I looked Ezri was wearing only her underwear and was in the cardboard box with Sushi, the cat.

Ezri: Tweet Tweet Tweet
Amanda: Are you a bird?
Ezri: No, I have a bird in my brain

Ezri makes a foam bug with a craft kit and says, “I want my bug to FLY.”
I tell her he isn’t going to fly.

She comes to the kitchen to say, “My bug is flying. Come see.”

She’s taped him to a balloon brought home from a friend’s birthday party.
Voila! flying bug.

She told me she wanted to dress up as me. I said I didn’t think we had an “Amanda” costume. Apparently, her doll also wanted to dress up as Amanda.

“My art is not a joke.” While her brother was laughing at her letter sculptures.

“When I am a grown up I want to be a artist and a mama.”

“The clouds are making a zero. It is very nice of them to make one of our favorite numbers.”

“Who will live in our house when we are dead?” Parents do not always have the answers.

“Are there mailboxes in New Zealand?”

Ezri is developing a sense of humor. Ezri’s jokes currently sound like these.
“Why did the chicken climb the hill? POO!”
“What did the mouse do when he was angry? POO!”
“What did dinosaur do after dinner? PEE POO!”
I’ve told her I don’t find them funny and she doesn’t need to tell me pee or poo jokes anymore. She tells them to Ivan. He finds them hilarious. She tells jokes to him in the backseat of the car and when they are together under the table. We know Ivan knows what poo means since he points at his diaper and says “boo” sometimes which means, “I have pooped in this, change me.” So, she has the scatological and the element of the unexpected in her humor though she quickly loses that because the answer is always pee or poo.

We built a snow castle. Ezri helped shovel. She brushed off the car. She threw snowballs at the house. We stomped all around. She made me imaginary alphabet soup as Fluttershy the pegasus braving the creepy forest for ingredients. You know your standard snow day sort of fun.