Ezri calls these “big sister” pigtails.
This was our first attempt to put her in pigtails.
She wanted them.
She did not want to hold still to get them.
I tried and failed, but Eric managed to get two very uneven “big sister” pigtails in her hair.
I put my hair in pigtails and Ezri declared proudly that we “matched.”
She is very big into identifying things that match.
Yesterday, Ezri and I matched because we were both wearing tank tops.
Today, we matched as we were both wearing raincoats.
Big Bird and bananas match because they are both yellow.
Sometimes, she will declare a match and it will take me awhile to figure out that both items mentioned are say food and thus match in edibility. Sometimes, I don’t figure out why the two things match, but I am sure there is a metric by which they do.
Here she is obviously pleased with her pigtails.
If the pigtails make the big sister, it is good Ezri has a few months to grow hair and patience before her baby brother arrives.
Ezri went to her first major sporting event – a Colorado Rapids game.
The weather was sunny and mild.
The soccer was fun to watch in small doses between trips around the stadium to check things out.
Ezri learned to say “boo!” at the officials’ poor calls and was delighted to find a place where screaming with her outside voice was appropriate and even encouraged. When the crowd screamed Ezri joined in. Although, I think she only barely understood that two teams were competing, she definitely got that when everyone else yelled and clapped she could too.
The stadium had a stand selling mini donuts which you could watch being made. And if you are two pregnant ladies with a toddler, they seem to give you lots of extra donuts. Yum!
The Rapids have 4 mascots and a pizza stand with a giant pizza man mascot out front. Ezri got to meet Edson the Eagle. She gave him high fives, fist bumps, and chased him down later to give him a hug.
Our party of five (or eight with fetuses) had a good time at the game.
Can you tell which of us is having twins?
Okay, she’s also 5 weeks more pregnant.
In my humble opinion, we look pretty fabulous.
Now that it is springtime, Ezri and I often have some after nap drinks together on the porch while we wait for Eric to get home from work.
Usually this is watered down apple juice, sometimes with a snack.
Ezri loves setting up our glasses for happy hour and sitting at the porch table.
I got her a cup that is very similar to my cup. Though she is lucky enough that hers has a monkey face on it.
She’s also a big fan of clinking glasses together and saying cheers.
I really like this new ritual of having drinks together on the porch too.
Me: Ezri it is happy hour.
Ezri: Happy hour! Happy hour! On the porch! Let’s do it!
These two move too fast for good photos, but you get the idea.
Ring around the rosie
Pocket full of posy
Ashes, ashes, we all fall DOWN
I continue to be amazed at the patience of Ezri’s friends who have a year or two on her (though they don’t have too many inches on her necessarily). They have taught her hide-and-seek, climbing, helped her practice tricycle pedaling, and showed her how to ring-around-the-rosie. There’s something about watching Ezri learn from the big girls that I find smile worthy.
Two Girls,
Two Buckets,
One Mission:
PICK DANDELIONS!
I figure the fewer that go to seed, the less propagation, right?
The intrepid hunters did not let our brush pile stop them.
Twenty minutes and lots of running around later that bucket was mostly full of yellow dandelions.
The hunters accepted payment for their services in the form of fruit cups.
