Tuesday, August 5, 2014

2


Much to my astonishment, you turned 2. You're looking more like a little boy every single day, and less like a baby. I can’t believe how much you’ve grown, and all the things you’ve learned to do this past year. 

You made your first two word “sentence” ("cat go!”) about a month before you took your first steps (12 and 13 months respectively). And you haven’t stopped talking or running since.  

You learned to walk up and down a step without holding on to anything, draw a circle, stack a bunch of blocks, kick a ball, and climb on the furniture without help (thank you developmental checklist sent by the doctor).


You love motorcycles, trucks, flowers, dogs, babies and kids. And pretty much everything else too except loud noises. (Somehow you don't mind loud noises made by motorcycles.) You have an ever increasing menagerie of stuffed animals in your crib and have also started sleeping with a 35 year old fisher price motorcycle.


But Pony is still the one buddy you can’t live without.


You went to France last summer and to Italy this spring, and you loved both. I think Italy might be a slight favorite because people kept sticking chocolate in your pockets everywhere we went. And because you got to sit on a tractor, feed chickens pasta, and a cat prosciutto.


You ask to “make a painting”, I love that you put it that way. It makes me so happy when you come to visit me in the studio and "play with playdough". You've got snake and ball making pretty much down, and I think you'll be making pinch pots in no time.

I love that when you say things like "I want to sit with me" "I want to see me" you mean that you want me, your mommy. Other people get called "you" or by their names, but I always get the first person pronoun. I kind of like that you're not so sure you and I are separate people yet, because I'm not so sure either. (I read somewhere that figuring that out is what being 2 is all about. Good luck to us both!)

You've been having a hard time with me leaving lately, and most days I'd rather stay home with you too.


You know lots of flowers by name: magnolias, sweet peas, echinacea, daffodils, poppies, hydrangea, roses, peonies and more. But I'm pretty sure dandelions are your favorite because I let you pick and destroy them.


You are a great gardener! Very efficient at harvesting berries, tomatoes and cucumbers. You are not so good at putting the stuff you pick in the bucket, but you're very good at stuffing it in your mouth and eating it. 

You are obsessed with letters and books. Your current favorite books  are Blueberries for Sal, Press Here, Found, and Iggy Peck Architect. (when we went blueberry picking you said, "Just like Sal! Kerplink, Kerplank, Kerplunk!" About 100 times.)


You love to eat! I can't think of anything you really don't like, except really spicy food.You are currently obsessed with salmon, pickles, paella, and mango popsicles (not together, though it wouldn't surprise me). At your request we had porcini risotto and blueberry pie for your birthday dinner. 

You always ask for 11 blueberries and 2 pieces of chocolate. You know if I try and cheat with the berries, but I can still get away with breaking the chocolate in half and giving it back to you. I probably won't get away with that much longer and you still haven't forgiven me for telling you that jelly beans (pronounced jelly jeans) are just for Easter. 

You love music, the Beatles, Elizabeth Mitchell, and the Afro Cuban All Stars most of all. You don't usually call songs by their title so it's sometimes hard to figure out what you're asking for, but I think we've got most of them down. 


And you sing! Almost on key.


Gramma Becky got you a motorcycle for your birthday and you've woken up asking to go ride it on the sidewalk every day since.


You are a fish! You are so confident in the water it kind of freaks me out. You like to float, don't mind sticking your face in and blowing bubbles, and the other day you even pulled yourself up out of the pool all by yourself! 

You are so curious, always asking questions and making associations and I love nothing more than listening to the things you have to say.


You give the best hugs and always ask for "nother one".  You laugh so easily and often and when you really get going you have a tiny little snort!

Happiest of Birthdays to you my dearest darling boy, I love you so much I might explode. 

Thursday, July 31, 2014

eagle lips?



We went to the visit a bird sanctuary the other day to see the owls, hawks, falcons and eagles.

When the eagle squawked Ezra said, "He's licking his lips."

I have no idea.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Parenting tip



If you'd rather not listen to "The Motorcycle Song" 24 times in a row, do not let your 1 year 360 day old son know it exists.

good ear


Ezra sat down at a piano for the first time a couple days ago and after a few minutes of playing he said, "It's just like the Beatles!"

The next day I was fiddling around trying to figure out how to play "Happy Birthday" and even though I only got the first 6 notes he said, "It's like Happy Birthday!"


Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Conversation with a 23 month old #4

While riding on my bicycle past a parking lot:
Ezra: It's a car yard.
Me: What?
Ezra: It's a car yard!

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

conversation with a 23 month old #3

While washing his hands in the kitchen sink:
Ezra: It's like the ocean!
Me: What's like the ocean?
Ezra: That's just like the ocean!
I figured out he was talking about the blue baking dish that was filled with soapy water.
Me: It does look like the ocean.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

freight train


I told Ezra we were going to go visit Chiara in Brooklyn and he wanted to talk about it.
Ezra: What are we gonna do in Brooklyn?
Me: We'll see Chiara in Brooklyn.
Ezra: And Jackson in Brooklyn.
Me: Yup.
Ezra: And Cade in Brooklyn.
Me: Yes!
Ezra: And Jon in Brooklyn.
Me: Aren't you excited? What else do you want to see in Brooklyn?
Ezra: Wanna see.... ahhh.... ummmm..... Freight train?

(we listen to that song a LOT.)

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Rosie

When Ezra is sad, bored or mad, I ask him if he wants to talk about something. We talk about the farm we visited in Tivoli, the puppy he got to pet in the park, and lots of other things. He often wants to talk about the conservatory we went to 3 times a week this past winter so we chat about it for awhile.

Me: What do we do at the conservatory?
Ezra: We sniff the flowers at the conservatory!
Me: What else do we see at the conservatory?
Ezra: Goldfish!
Me: What else?
Ezra: Waterfall. 
Me: What does the waterfall do?
Ezra: The water goes all the way down! 
Me: It does. 
Ezra: I don't like it because it's loud. 

We talk about the toilets and the fans(they're loud too, he doesn't like them), the cactuses (they're sharp, can hurt your fingers, need the rocks to grow), and the grapefruit, jasmine and bay laurel (all get sniffed) but every once in a while Ezra will talk about Rosie, a little girl he met and shared some cookies with last October. He hasn't seen her since, but he still talks about her and gets a little moony eyed when he does. 

I'm half convinced I'll tell this story at Ezra and Rosie's wedding one day.