As Eric strums the guitar, Ezri sings us a ditty. We think she’s made up the lyrics herself, but you can tell us if you’ve heard this one before.
“Panda be a polar bear
Panda bear be a polar bear
Polar bear gets to be a parrot NOW.”
Eric bought me a contoured pillow to help with the expected future back pain of the third trimester.
Ezri got the bonus present of this awesome box.
She was not interested in sharing it with the cats, so they had to wait until after Ezri bedtime to play with it.
Ezri requested to play hide and seek tonight.
“Mama, you count. I will hide in the box.”
Okay, but it isn’t going to be that hard to find you, sweetie. . .
She told us she was “bunny Ezri” and the box was her cage.
She roared and told us she was “Ezri lion” and the box was her cage.
At one point, I tried to huff and puff and blow her box house down.
She said, “No, no, it’s bricks!”
I can see why Ezri loves the book Not a Box by Antoinette Portis.
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we built houses on friday w/sticks found in your backyard and mine, and after trying to blow them down myself i have to say i have more respect for the wolf’s lung capacity – it is harder than you’d think! :op
Transmogrifier! (or is that with a ph?)
Love. I also like the book Sitting in My Box by Dee Lillegard. I put it on hold for Ezri.
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