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What a difference a year makes?
Last year Ezri just sat by the pumpkins.
This year she can pick them up.
Here’s last year.

When I asked if Ezri wanted to ride in her car, she said,”No, stroller walk.” I was surprised that she wanted to ride in her stroller instead of the newly beloved car. But, then she grabbed her doll stroller and put her pig in it saying, “buckle-buckle.” She drug the stroller towards the door and said, “Piggy stroller walk. Ezri push.” Now I understood. So, we went out for a stroller walk of a different sort.

Her increasing language skills continue to amaze me as we get intelligible sentences and she gets better at getting her point across verbally.

Ezri has admired the big kids playing football. She says “Big kids running. Big kids ball.” And now here she is at the bottom of a toddler tackle.

Don’t worry the soundtrack on that tackle involved a whole lot of giggling.

Plus she also got hugs.

And here two girls are mesmerized by a train whistle.

Ezri enjoyed apple picking. Well, she really enjoyed apple eating, but she liked running around the apple trees and seeing ladybugs and examining fallen fruit too.

She also decided the best way to test a pumpkin for possible purchase was by sitting on it.

Only one pumpkin proved rolly enough to slip from under her and leave her flat on her bottom. Pumpkin vines also proved to be trip hazards. The fun of pumpkin-sitting made it all worth it.

Eric read a story to Ezri and some collected friends in an after-apple-picking calm moment.

Funny hats, cupcakes, crafts and pizza.
Ezri liked to party.
Not to mention she got to see all the other fun toddlers with whom to play.

The tunnel was deployed.

Happy second birthday, Irina!

Ezri seems fascinated with trying to climb into the cat carrier.

Can this insidious pink washcloth keep disco dolphin and disco duck apart?

No, their love is too strong. Ezri makes them kiss while making kissy noises and saying “duck kiss dolphin.” (Not sure where she’s picked up making bath toys kiss, but she does it now.)

Who do we have to thank for this reunion?
I believe we owe a debt of gratitude to SUPER DUCK!

Ezri blowing her first bubbles. She is SO PROUD of herself.

Ezri going up to strangers who had beverages in the coffeeshop and lifting her sippy cup and saying, “cheers!” and then commanding the strangers with, “now drink.” Most were delighted. Only a couple with serious medical books open missed the endearing quality.

20 minutes spent reading books with both a daughter and a cat in my lap.

In line at the IKEA cafeteria discussing with Eric what to get for Ezri when a small voice said quite distinctly, “Meatballs, please.” What are we doing asking each other when the kid now has the power of speech.

At the library, Ezri running toward the storyroom saying “Rachel. Kitty.” Miss Rachel has a kitty puppet. I also enjoyed her pointing up at the knock-knock house shelf and saying, “Rachel house.” She can be bossy.

Walking towards my car in the lot near the park saying, “Ezri, where did I park?” Only to have my daughter say, “PARK!” and run towards the swings. She was pretty sure I’d just given permission and luckily we weren’t on a schedule so I could oblige.

Jungle Ezri.

Ezri blew her first bubbles yesterday.
She also may have consumed more bubble solution than is recommended.

Explicit mess advisory:
This video contains drips, dribbles, and general yogurt wearing and may not be suitable for some viewers.

Ezri’s parting comment is “Ezri yogurt” for those who may need translation.