Entries from June 2012 ↓

In the above photo, Ezri has put on a hoodie that was hanging up on a hook in her room.

Some quotes and conversations with Ezri.

me: What was your favorite part of Spanish class?
Ezri: The game with the circles.
me: How do you play that?
Ezri: You put a mano(Spanish for hand) in a color and then a pie (Spanish for foot) and then twist.
Ahhh. . . I think Ezri just played her first game of Twister. I’ve never played in Spanish. Though I have to wonder how it went since I know Ezri does not know her derecha from her izquierda in any language.

Ezri told me about the hotel room we stayed in.
Ezri: This hotel room is really weird.
It was not. Except that Ezri has not stayed in many hotel rooms, so it was weird for her.
Ezri: It is just like sleeping outside.
Wrong again – even though she explained that the speckled ceiling was like stars and the smoke detector was the moon.

Ezri: I had a bad dream.
Me: What did you dream about?
Ezri: Giant mosquitoes. They were playing ring-around-the-rosie.
I had to agree that giant mosquitoes are definitely nightmarish.

“I am Superman! When I grow up I’ll be Batman when I’m a mom.”

We took our first road trip as a family of four up to Minnesota last weekend.

We discovered that bedtime is tricky in a hotel, but that the kids can do well together in the backseat.

We celebrated the Solstice at Nick and Wendy’s house. Eric and I got to catch up with old friends and Ezri found that those old friends’ kids made good new friends for her.

Ezri loved that Evelyn shared her toys, tricycles, boots, sandbox, bubbles, aquadoodle mat, red wagon, snacks, little sister, raspberries picked straight from her backyard bushes, and was a great partner for sidewalk races.
It was heaps of fun.

Ezri informed me that “Ivan is a robot.”
Given how she feels about robots this can only be a positive development.

Ezri’s first joke,
“What do crows say in the morning?
CAW-fee CAW-fee CAW-fee”
She likes to make you say “CAW” and then she will say “fee” or vice-versa.

me: What was your favorite part of Spanish class today?
ezri: When Mr. Alfonso smelled my pies (pronounced pee-ehs which is Spanish for feet).
I really like her Spanish teacher’s style.

Ezri calls this playground “the cheese park” because of the concrete cheese playstructure.

This year Ezri and I painted T-shirts with “E” for Eric and “e” for ezri and a onesie with “i” for ivan.

Here is Ezri at work on the Father’s Day gifts.

Adoring their dad?

And this one just makes me smile.

Ivan has just learned to eat “baby kibble” which is my word for the assorted crunchy puffs given to babies just learning the next edible step up from mush.

Last week, Ezri, Ivan and I had happy hour on the porch with a bag of Trader Joe’s White Cheddar Corn Puffs.

These photos share the joy of a happy hour on the porch with the Blau kids.

CHEERS and CRUNCH!

Another collection of comments from Ezri.

“I have a Hot Flash. This is Hot Flash.” While playing with her Kid Flash action figure. I think there’s a reason that Marvel named him simply “The Flash.”

“I ate a rainbow of cream cheese Daleks.”
Your guess is as good as mine.

If you read the blog consistently you may have noticed that there is a current robot obsession.
Ezri got a new wind-up robot.
She asked her robot’s name. I read the name written on his chest, “Destroyer.”
I think Ezri heard “The Stroyer.”
Because she calls him “Stroyer” and he and my robot Hyjax are best friends. Stroyer and Hyjax have a pet Hex Bug they take for walks. They like to robot race and robot dance.

Looking at a pack of two new sippy cups that are designed for those transitioning to cups for the first time:
ezri: I can use the blue one and Ivan can have the other one.
me: No, those are both for Ivan to use. Maybe he will share, but they are both for Ivan to use.
ezri(after a pause to think): What about when Ivan dies?
(It could have been menacing but was asked in an innocent tone of genuine questioning. Guess, we’ll make sure Ivan wills Ezri his sippy cups.)

Ezri has been making me proud at how well she has done at her first two solo classes. Last week she went to a dance class at the park district. I peeked in through the window to see how she was doing. She was listening to the teacher and following directions with a big smile on her face. While not the shortest in class, I think she was the youngest. Only once during the class did I hear from the hallway a loud thump followed by Ezri’s voice saying, “I’m okay!” She may not yet be a graceful dancer. Each time I peeked in she was dancing or waiting her turn and looking really thrilled to be there. This week she went to her first solo Spanish class which was an hour and twenty minutes long (epic for someone with her attention span) and did a great job. Mr. Alfonso was impressed with her participation. She is feeling like a girl who is ready for preschool to me.
Today however she has been a bit of pill.
Case in point – this conversation:
me: Ezri, what would you like to drink with lunch?
e: Chicken Poop! *maniacal giggling*
me: Ezri no poop talk at the table. What would you like to drink?
e: chicken poop! Chicken Poop! CHICKEN POOP!
me: Ezri, enough. We do not have chicken poop.
e: We could make it with chicken and with poop.
Sometimes I am proud, other times she is so THREE I want to scream.

Photos are from working on planting earlier in May. I love the hat she’s chosen to wear.

After finding the first red strawberry in our planter, Ezri said she wanted to save it to show Eric when he got home.
Then she looked at it and said she was too hungry to wait.
So, we took these photos of the first strawberry we grew ourselves.

Then we cut off the top and it was bye-bye, Strawberry!

Ezri declared the berry to be good. I suspect that the berries will have to be most prolific for me to get eat any.

We also saw our first small green tomatoes in the garden patch.

Summer is good.