Entries from August 2011 ↓

She zips through the acorn tunnel pretty quickly now, but we caught a couple snaps.

This little house was a pretend take-out window. Ezri brought me cookies, juice and muffins. When I tried ordering a pepperoni and cheese pizza, I was informed she only had macaroni & cheese pizza. I decided to give it a try. I think she may have a culinary idea that could sell.

I’ve been getting out some of Ezri’s baby things for her little brother who is expected soon.

She found her purple hat and put it on.

It still fits, but not like it used to.

See this post for its first wearing.

The Rocketeers determined you must hold hands during blast-off and twist knobs.
They did a count-up to ten to blast off.
Where were they going in the rocket?
The answer was London.

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.

Her methods may be non-standard, but she did get a green bean in her mouth using only the chopsticks.
Genius!

This afternoon we did a craft project with toilet paper rolls.

Ezri really enjoyed using markers to decorate an owl and a pussy cat.

They needed to go to a little girl’s party according to Ezri and they needed to be dressed up in dancing clothes.

I tried my best to fashion dancing skirts.

She declared, “Now, we are all dressed up and ready to go!” Then it turned out to be a macaroni and cheese, dancing, and jumping game party. We fed them imaginary macaroni with spoons and played the jumping game. Pussy cat rode on owl while he flew in circles. Ezri says, “Owls fly. Kitties ride.” We did the kitty dance in which Ezri and I sing the meowing song from those old Meow Mix commercials and both our toilet tubes rock out. Kitty and owl had deep conversations in hoots and meows.

It was a good party and made me realize we don’t need so many fancy toys when we have discarded cardboard tubes and markers.

Step 1) Pasta Twirl

Step 2) Pasta Lift

Step 3) Pasta Attack!

Step 4) Pasta Attack with more ferocity!

with monkey-monkey for scale

Earlier in the day she requested that her face be painted like a kitty.
There are still tell-tale markings of her whiskers on her face in these photos.

My super-lovely co-workers threw me a fabulous SURPRISE baby shower.
I came home with so many lovely gifts for Baby Boy Blau – my favorite is a handknit blanket which is cozy as can be.

I brought in a “big sister” present that one person sent for Ezri.
Ezri spied it immediately and began to bounce.
“What’s that present, mama?”
“Is it for me?”
“OPEN IT! OPEN IT!”
She held out her hands and said, “hinga-hinga” this is the noise-of-wanting-something that she has made since she was just learning to talk and it appears these days only when there is a certain high level of excitement.

She spied the contents and said, “It’s a dolly. It’s a dolly!!”

This captures the joy of the present, though it’s hard to see the dolly who is the title character from the book Pinkalicious. Ezri noted immediately that the doll was a big sister since she had big sister ponytails.

Pinkalicious obviously needed a baby brother. Luckily, we had one.

Pinkalicious gave her baby bro a bottle and snuggled him.

Ezri read Pink and baby bro some stories.

Pinkalicious has a magic wand and she knows how to use it. She turned mama into a dinosaur and Ezri into a butterfly. This required that Ezri flutter about the house and I follow her around roaring. Luckily, Pinkalicious was kind enough to point her wand and turn us back into our ordinary selves.

Ezri then found Pink more family. Mom (Raggedy Ann), Dad (Andy), Grandpa (Darwin), and Baby Brother. She also has Madison her best friend (not pictured). So, no worries that this new doll will be lonely here at our house. Here is her family portrait.

Ezri and Pinkalicious seem to be doing everything together this afternoon.

And now they are napping together. I’d take a photo, but I don’t want to risk disturbing naptime.