Entries from May 2012 ↓

Ezri had a blast at the “Pete the Cat” signing at Anderson’s Bookstore in Downers Grove tonight.

It’s going to be a long big sisterhood for you, Ezri.

Here she is pouting that she can’t control the actions of her little bro.

I told Ezri that as a girl I had a dog named Shorty.

At the park today she declared herself to be a dog named Longy. She stretched out on the park bench and said, “I am Longy because I am so long. Longy is a good dog.” She pointed at Ivan in my lap, “That is Shorty.” We proceeded to play puppy, I threw a stick for Longy and she would run to it tuck it under her chin and return the stick to me. Even when we pretend puppy, we do not put sticks in our mouths. That is going too far. Ezri told me, “Amanda, you are Longy’s owner.” In addition to fetch, Longy knew how to sit, lie down, shake hands, roll over and jump. She was not very good at stay, but better at the command “Dance!” than any dog I’ve met.

Longy and Shorty play ball.

The doorbell rang and a delivery person arrived with oodles of fruit.
I had to put down the baby to claim this arrangement. It took two hands to carry.
Ivan was not pleased, but he recovered and enjoyed the floor show of his family eating fruit.
He had to settle for applesauce and playing with a wooden spoon.
Clearly, the older child got more out of this one.

Ezri was very keen to help me with this birthday present.

She selected a flower to eat first.

This is what she looks like with a half melon ball in her cheek.

She declared the flower to be yummy.

Then this conversation:
Ezri: Why are some strawberries brown?
me: Because they are chocolate covered.
Ezri: Can I have one?

A three-year-old and chocolate covered strawberries is fun, but not neat.
I have shown that said child will use one napkin per strawberry and turn it completely brownish.

It was further shown that if there are skewers of grapes in the fridge and the fridge is not locked, Ezri will eat them ALL one by one.
I had three grapes off this arrangement, Ezri had around 30.
Goodness grapes!

What are you making, Ezri?

It’s a butterfly bug!

This morning we were playing by the Recreation Center and Ezri declared herself to be on an Easter egg hunt. I thought good luck finding eggs. She wandered into the grass and returned with a golf ball. “I found a EGG!” She smiled. I looked back and realized the fence about 50 ft. away was the border between us and the local golf course. Perhaps, we can “egg” hunt in this field all summer long.