Morning with Ezri

I thought I might do a morning in the life of Ezri, aged 3.

This morning Ezri had cereal and yogurt for breakfast.
She decided to stay in her pajamas while we played with play dough.

We did stories with Ivan and read his most recent Babybug magazine, Someday by Allison McGhee, A Huge Hog is a Big Pig, Whose Shoe by Margaret Miller, and Shortcut by David Macaulay.

We played with Ezri’s magnets identifying letters and numbers. Ezri said, “The I is for both Ezri and Ivan. We share.” She had astutely noticed “I” is the only letter their first names have in common.
Ezri practiced tracing letters on the nook color.

I decided it was time for daytime clothes and Ezri got dressed all by herself picking a polka dot shirt and flowered pants. Okay, she did need a little parental help with her socks.

We watched a few short videos of Biz Markies’ beat of the day and practiced our beatboxing.

Ezri peed in her potty at her own request (this is huge!) and got a sticker of Funshine Bear.

Ezri did some yoga poses without her shirt on just like our friend, Mark.

We decided to go out to Subway for lunch. I told Ezri she’d need her shirt on for lunch.
Ezri ordered her own turkey sandwich “with cheese, please.”

We walked a block to Fishel Park where there was a new mound of bark mulch that had not yet been spread. It was our mountain and we ran over it many times.
Ezri played rocket and had a slight meltdown due to the fact that she is now too big to be lifted into the baby swings at this park which has high baby swings. In true debate form she told me that “Meghan who is grown-up has swinged on the baby swings.” Yes, but Meghan was being silly and could get into the swing by herself I countered.

We headed home to feed Ivan some baby moosh in his highchair. Ezri used the nook to read a Little Critter book while I fed Ivan.

Ezri used the potty before nap and was read Mr. Grumpy during her potty time.
Then we got ready for naptime with even more stories – Fancy Nancy and the Boy from Paris and Fancy Nancy at the Museum.

Then Ezri went to sleep and I got to do some time for serious peek-a-boo with the little brother.

It’s not a post without photos, so here are Ezri and Eric playing superheros in the backyard last night.

This is as close as “Super Ezri” came to flying.

Here Super Eric is after Super Ezri. Run, Super Ezri, run!