Just another CarleSpawn weblog

I like ’em too.

This was just LUNCH – later we’re having brownies too.

Friends who will let a toddler put a feather boa on them = priceless.

Ezri is a dog. Mark is a kitty.

Ezri did NOT want to wear a shirt.
She wanted to wear her sweater.
“Sweater. I wear sweater. NO SHIRT!”
I tried to explain shirt first THEN cardigan.
She was having none of it.
She also declared this piece of toilet tissue to be a hat.

Ezri practiced her superlatives with these rubber dinosaurs at the library.
There was the biggest and the smallest.
Also, the longest neck and the greenest.
She designated one the baby and one the mama and the stegosaurus was the grandpa.

She is now tall enough to use this drinking fountain without any assistance.
“I did it!!! Mama, Ezri drink self. No boost.”
The pride in her voice was priceless. We will be returning to this water fountain often.

Curious George visited the arboretum for Arbor Day to plant a tree and greet children.

Ezri repeatedly slinked her way through throngs of children to get to George.
She would follow this monkey anywhere and is not shy about it.
Here she is giving him a high five.

Here she is dancing with George and super thrilled that he also danced.

I realize I only have photos of the back of her head, but there was no chance she was looking at a camera when there was a giant Curious George in the garden.

We also stopped to smell the flowers.

Ezri really wanted an umbrella when we saw them at the store.
She had seen other “big girls” with umbrellas walking in our neighborhood and she remains very into big girl status.

Here she is with her new pink, Dora the Explorer umbrella.
I tried to talk her into Hello Kitty or the frog umbrella, but she *really* wanted this one.
It was next to one covered in Barbie and I’m pretty happy that was not the one she wanted.

Ezri called this rock Pony Rock.
“Pony rock. Look, mama, Ezri ride!”

Giddy-up, Pony Rock.

Tonight Ezri kept shifting around during bedtime stories trying to get comfy in my lap. I realized this is happening because my lap is shrinking. Sorry, firstborn, you are already having to learn how to share mom with the fetus.

Her hair is wet in this photo because she stuck her head in the frog fountain.

It turns out if Ezri expresses desire for a soccer ball at Target, her dad will buy it for her.
It has made our backyard even more fun.

Ezri does kick it.

She also enjoys sitting on it.

Hugging it.

And generally rolling around with it in our yard.

Ezri is getting good at putting on her own sunglasses, but she always goes with the upside-down look. They still work, so I’m letting it go.