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Here is Fish-Ezri running about and saying, “glub-glub.”

Here are a collection of quotes and Ezri moments I thought were worth repeating.

“This is a goose. It poops on the farm.”

This exchange shows the power of Ezri’s diagnostic skills.
Grandma Liz: Do you think Ivan is congested?
Amanda: Yes, he didn’t used to snort like that.
Ezri: Maybe he is a pig baby.

“Old McDonald had a bum E-I-E-I-O with a pfft! pffft! here and pfft! pfffft! there. . .”

“The guitar is for a rockstar. Guitar and harmonica make me a author I think.”
It helps to know that her favorite author plays the harmonica and guitar simultaneously.

Ezri: Say Bagel.
Lori: Say Bagel?
Ezri: Say Bagel.
Lori: Bagel.
Ezri: That really blows my mind!

While drinking a juicebox at Subway, the Lmfao song Party Rock Anthem came over the restaurant speakers.
The lyrics are “Get up, get down, put your hands up to the sound
Put your hands up to the sound, put your hands up to the sound.”
Ezri was listening and put both her hands up in the air, keeping the straw of her juicebox in her mouth.
The rest of her juicebox slid down onto the floor and Ezri proceeded to cry.

“But I don’t know the words.”
This comment was repeatedly wailed after being asked to read to herself in her room, since she would not, could not nap. She was holding a library book that we had not read often enough to memorize.

Pointing to the Obama ’08 logo on Eric’s T-shirt:
Ezri: That’s from Meghan’s laptop. That’s Meghan’s favorite.

Ezri: What’s that? It’s like a tongue for his bum!

“These raisins are grape flavored.”

“I’ll take off my socks and you kiss my feet.”
Said to me after I read Counting Kisses by Karen Katz which features a baby getting kisses on various body parts. Sums up our relationship some days.

“I am your big sister.”
This comment was said in Ezri’s version of a Darth Vader imitation into a toy microphone right next to Ivan’s head. Eric so often used this toy to say, “Ezri, I am your father,” in his Vader voice that Ezri thinks this is the microphone’s purpose. Early on in her speaking career she carried it around and said into it simply, “I father. I father.”

“We talked about bird poop.”
Just telling me about her conversation with Eric.

“One day ago.”
Ezri uses this phrase for anything that happened a long time ago. Her last doctor’s appointment in February was “one day ago.” Visiting her dad’s office 10 months ago was “one day ago.” I like her stories about what happened one day ago.

“No, no, Ivan! One at a time. One AT A TIME.”
With both kids in the back of the car, Ezri was crying because we’d had to leave the park where she was playing. Then Ivan started crying (not sure why) and Ezri yelled in her bossy big sister tone, “No, no, Ivan! One at a time. One AT A TIME.” If she can enforce the one-wailing-child-at-a-time rule, in my house I am all for it.

In other news, Ezri is now big enough to try the monkey bars. She even got herself from one rung to another before dropping. She is SO STRONG.

Ezri with her comfort items (pink blankie, Woof-Woof, and Piggie).

Ezri, coming down off a bit of an upset, and now needing comfort:

Ezri: I need pink blankie! And Woof-Woof! And Piggie!
Eric: Mama can go get them for you.
Ezri: Do they weigh less than a gallon of milk?
Eric and Amanda: Yes, they are light.

Amanda had been instructed, post C-section, not to lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk, and it seems that Ezri has internalized this, and showed concern for her Mama even when in the midst of a personal crisis. She’s a good kid.

How does she sleep like that?

“Mama, is that a skyscraper?” While pointing at a 6 story suburban office building. We really need to take that trip into Chicago and show her the city. I asked her about Chicago and she said, “That’s where Adam lives. He goes on the train to Chicago.” This is true, but is the sum total of her Chicago knowledge and there may be other things about the city to learn.

Ezri: “Is this a bad guy?” pointing to a stamp of Buzz Lightyear we’d be using to play with our play dough.
Me: “No, it’s just Buzz Lightyear.”
Ezri: “Buzz Rightear,” she says while tugging on her right ear. “Buzz Right Ear! Right Ear!”

“I am a bee expert. Lollipop starts with B. I am enjoying my lollipop very much.”
I think she’s more of a bee novice.

“Big sisters usually get ice cream.”

“See, Ivan, this is walking. I am walking.” Ezri said this while pacing back and forth in front of the sleeping newborn brother we just brought home from the hospital in an attempt to teach him to walk.

Futon peek-a-boo is fun.

A collection of conversations with Ezri:

“I bringed woof-woof and pink blanket because thunder.” These are her comfort items and she brought them out of her bedroom when the storm started.
I love that we are getting a lot of past tense verbs these days and it’s particularly noticeable when the verbs are irregular so Ezri gets them wrong.
So, she tells stories that go like this one about a family concert in the park:
“We goed to the park and did a picnic. And then Jason comed and I seed Jason. Then the music and he danced like this.” Here she wiggles her shoulders up and down in a fun imitation of Jason’s dancing skills.

“Try some man soup, mama.” Ezri with a bowl with a plastic lego guy in it and a spoon just for me.

Knock-knock jokes with Ezri
Ezri: Mama, you say “knock-knock”
Me: Knock, Knock
Ezri: Who’s there?
Me: Cargo
Ezri: What’s Cargo?
Me: Cargo beep beep
brief pause
Ezri: Knock Knock! Who’s there?
Me: Anita
Ezri: What’s Anita?
Me: Anita hug!
I opened my arms and scored the hug.
Ezri: Knock knock Who’s there, mama?
Me: Boo
Ezri: What’s Boo?
Me: Don’t cry it’s only a joke that would’ve made more sense if you’d said, “boo who?”

After explaining that I was having a patty melt for dinner:
“I want a patty melt. I want a patty melt. I want MY OWN patty melt. . . What’s a patty melt?”

Ezri awakens us in the middle of the night crying.
Me: What’s wrong?
Ezri: I need a sticker. *sob* *sob*
I went and got a sticker and she wore it on her pajamas calming immediately. She snuggled with Eric and went back to sleep. I wonder what nightmare is remedied with the application of one sticker to the pajamas, but am grateful it was just that easy.

(photos from our family photo shoot with www.jodiellen.com)

Some collected comments of the past week or so:

While listening to Love Shack by the B-52s, Ezri asks, “Why bang on the dog? Why bang on the dog?” She is visibly upset, though I try to assure her that they are singing about banging on the door. No animals are harmed in the lyrics of this song.

Ezri has learned to recognize a false dichotomy:
Amanda: “You can EITHER have stories with me and then nap OR you can go straight to nap.”
Ezri: “I don’t want ANY of it. I am stomping away.”

Ezri asks in a distressed voice, “Why did I pinch you? Why?” Ummm. . . that’s for you to answer, Ezri. I suggest you don’t do it again.

Since learning how to play Blitzkrieg Bop on her Paperjamz quitar, Ezri when told it is time to leave sometimes says,
“Hey-Ho! Let’s Go! Hey-Ho! Let’s Go!”

Ezri knows about magic. She pointed her magic marker at me and said, “It’s a magic marker. I turn you into Zoe. I turn you back into mama now.” It was the orange marker that turned me into the orange muppet named Zoe.

It has been a bit of a heatwave, so Ezri felt the need to cool off as she took off all her clothes she said, “Let’s do naked.” And then she said, “Let’s do yoga.” She proceeded into an elegant nude downward dog. I may have a photo, though I will not be posting it here.

“Mama is Ezri’s mama. Amanda is Ezri’s friend.”
(Thanks, kiddo, you are most certainly Amanda’s Ezri!)

Even though Ezri is a tall 2, she’s not quite tall enough for this hoop yet.

Here are some collected Ezri comments & quotes of the last few days.

Speaking about the kitten and flower wall stickers stuck on the wall next to her bed right after a nap:
“Kittens wake up! Flowers don’t. Flowers no eyes.”

Speaking about the fact that Julia was wearing a fancy party dress, I was wearing a plain blue jersey dress, and she was wearing a patterned jumper dress.
“Julia dress! Ezri dress! Mama dress! MATCH-MATCH-MATCH!”
Yup. She hit the trifecta there.

On her in utero baby brother and the household no kicking rule:
Me: Ezri, do you want to feel the baby kicking?
Ezri: Baby no kick. No kick, mama. No kicking. Why he kick you? Why?

Conversation at Fourth of July fireworks after Ezri asking “Why is it dark?” “Why no climbing?” “Why is my ice cream gone?” “Why are you sitting there?” “Why are there fireworks?” Oh and by the way, “Why is it dark?” And generally asking why after any statement made by her parents.
Amanda: Did you know you are exasperating?
Ezri: What is exasperating?
Amanda: You are.
Ezri: Why am I exasperating?
parental laughter follows

Ezri has decided she doesn’t like the yolk of a hardboiled egg, though the white is GREAT.
Ezri: I eat the white. Mama eat the egg yuck.
Me: It’s egg YOLK.
Ezri: No, it’s yuck. Egg Yuck.
So, she’s a punster.

On July 6 speaking about the baby due Sept. 2: I am not sure how she put this all together, but I was impressed with this comment on the future and the sweetness of her wanting to show the new baby the ropes.
“Next time we go to the fireworks I will hold the baby’s hand in the parking lot.”