Entries from July 2011 ↓

We met up with friends at the Taste of Westmont and Ezri was all about the carnival rides.

This first car ride went faster than I thought it would.
I thought that might be a problem, but Ezri thought it was grand.

Ezri the back seat driver:

Ezri and Eric up on the ferris wheel.

Eric decided to go on one of the fast rides with a friend. Ezri pointed, she waved and she kept saying she wanted to sit next to Daddy. There was an empty seat right next to him. “Ezri, you can’t go on that ride?” “Why no? I want to ride.” No fear. None. I am so glad she is not yet tall enough to ride this ride. Eric’s up there somewhere.

Say CHEESE!

While at her grandparents’ house, Ezri asked to go to see the cheese and quickly we figured out she wanted a walk to the Lincoln School playground. It has a cheese-shaped, concrete play structure and is just a few blocks from the house.

She made herself at home in the wagon Eric and his sister shared as children for the walk.

It was a very sunny & nice day and we all had a good time.
Ezri ran all over and proved that there is no playground equipment there she isn’t willing to try to tackle. Though, she definitely still needs a spotter.

Here she is doing something she called, “riding the cheese pony! Neigh!”

More cheese! She enjoyed climbing all over the cheese play structure. She had one small bump, but mostly has mastered the fine art of cheese climbing.

This is in a stagecoach shaped play structure. Ezri insisted it was a school bus and that everyone get on board. She was a little disappointed that the wheels did not go round and round in actuality, but being able to command all her adults to come onto the bus more than made up for that.

After the park it was back for a dinner on the porch with hot dogs, corn, potato salad, and WATERMELON. Yum.

Thanks, Grandma Liz, for taking these photos.

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.”

Ezri found my monkey hat in the closet.
What you don’t have one of these in your closet?

Ezri put it on and said, “I am a big sister monkey.” She then ran to find her sock monkey and “here is baby brother monkey.”

She then taught her baby brother monkey important things like how to gently pet the cats.

She decided baby monkey needed to go for a stroller walk.

Here she is tickling her baby brother monkey.

Then we had to go inside. Ezri said baby monkey was hot and he needed a drink.

Ezri enjoyed the Downers Grove parade.

Miss Rachel is moving to Mississippi, so this morning was her last storytime at the library.
We could not miss it.
Miss Rachel did many of Ezri’s early storytimes as she led the Early Walker storytime for kids walking to 23 months.
Ezri always asks about Miss Rachel when we go to the library and I know she will miss her.
I am not sure she yet realizes that Miss Rachel won’t be at library some days, though we’ve tried to explain. This is the first time a friend has moved away from town.

Good luck moving, Rachel. Ezri, Eric and I will miss you. I bet Miss Mouse will too.

Turn the hose on her and, as long as it has the sprinkler attachment, it will bring shrieks of joy.