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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.

About firetruck wheel height.

Ezri enjoyed Classic Car Night and seeing this firetuck.

She has decided that to be a race car a car must be a convertible. We spotted a number of “race cars” at Car Night. Also, some real hot rods that were not “race cars” by Ezri’s definition.

She suggested to me that we make our black car (pontiac vibe) into a race car.
me: How would we do that?
ez: Cut the top off.
me: Would that make it faster?
ez: Yes, zoooom!
me: What would we do if it rained?
ez: Take the blue car.

A collection of conversation and quotes from Ezri.

“I am a big girl. You are a woman.” As she leaves the room ahead of me, “C’mon, woman!”

“I am a hooker. See, I have hooks for hands.” She likes the idea of Captain Hook and I am certain he would be even better with two hook hands. But, we really need her to rename this supervillain persona she’s developing.

Ezri is having trouble settling at bedtime. She makes up reasons she needs Eric to come back to see her. An example :
e (calling from her bed): Eric I NEED you.
E (exasperated): What do you need, Ezri?
e (pauses to think): My thumb is wet.
E: Did you put in your mouth?
e: Yes, dry it for me. I need you.
A few nights ago after we thought she was actually settled. We heard this over the baby monitor from the basement.
“Eric. . . ERIC!. . .Eric Benjamin! I need you. . . . . RIGHT NOW.” We laughed for a good long time before responding. I am afraid Ezri will have to learn the hard way that invoking the use of the middle name to command attention is a pattern of speech whose power is for the parents to use, not the offspring.

Ezri is enjoying singing the My Little Pony theme song. She can only sing three words – “My Little Pony” but she will keep at it repeating them for a good long time. Notably, she has only watched two episodes of the show EVER and it has a powerful place in her consciousness. The second episode we watched I tried to skip the theme song, but she called me on that and asked for the song.

We’ve stopped getting so many “Why?” questions, but now get gems like this,
“Do Wampas eat ponies?”

We went to the playroom of the Westmont Yard and unwittingly entered an area being used by Abigail’s 6th birthday party. Ezri joined the twelve “big” girls who were having a dance party. The staff leader was inviting each girl to come to the center of the circle and teach the circle a dance move they liked. Ezri’s dance is holding up a peace sign with your right hand and a fist with your left hand and then doing small bounces double-time to the music. I am thankful to Abigail’s party and her mom for letting us crash the dance and bounce house portion. I am extra proud of Ezri for being willing to leave politely and let the party move on to relay races without us.

I have no photos and, really, I’d love a video of Ezri showing off her signature dance, but here she is sleeping because a post needs a photo.

Ezri declares herself Princess Celestia as we head to the park and dons her crown.

Her shirt is Yellow Submarine and has a flap that you can lift to see the cartoon Beatles. At Spanish class, Ezri showed her shirt to her teacher who asked “Quien es?” Ezri said, “John!” She then identified Paul and Ringo, but had to be reminded of George’s name. She also kept pointing at her shirt and singing, “We all live in a Yellow Submarine!” all day. Many adults in various locales were charmed by this.

We signed up for our summer reading club, Pizzeria Read, at the library on Monday morning when they opened. We are the first sign-ups of the year!

Another milestone is that last night for the first time Ezri walked around the block on her own two feet the whole way – no wagon, no stroller, no time in a parent’s arms, a totally Ezri-powered walk around the block.