Friday, March 7, 2014

Conversation with a 19 month old

Ezra (practically running up the driveway to look): It's the moon!
Me: It is the moon.
Ezra: It's beautiful!
Me: It is.
Ezra (hands stretched up toward the sky): Can't touch it.
Me: Nope.
Ezra: It's way too far away.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

best thing

Pretty much every night of his life I've said to Ezra, "Goodnight sweetheart, I love you. I'll see you in the morning." 

And now, as I'm walking out the door he replies, "Love you in the morning!" before he rolls over to go to sleep. 

conversation with an 18 month old #5

We were walking down the sidewalk on a bright sunny day whe Ezra stopped, stood on his tip toes and reached his hands up as far as they would go.

Ezra: It's far away.
Me: What's far away buddy?
Ezra, sighing: The sky is too far away.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

life saver

I have been to the Matthaei Botanical Gardens 3 times this week (so far).

If they'd let me just live there, I might survive this winter.


Conversation with an 18 month old #4

Me: What would you like for lunch.
Ezra: Pie.
Me: You can't have pie.
Ezra: Want some pie.
Me: How about some pasta?
Ezra: How about pie. How about that?

(he's had pie 4 times in his entire life. Asks for it almost every day.)

conversation with an 18 month old #3

Ezra: Goldfish!
Me: Yes, they are big goldfish.
Ezra: (pointing at the all white one): That one's milk.
Me: What?
Ezra: That one's milk.
Me: He does look like he's milk.

Monday, February 10, 2014

carseat poetry

I see the sky
I see the clouds
Clouds are closed
Open it
Open it Mommy
Open the clouds

-Ezra, age 18 months
February 10, 2014

(fyi, I did not take that photo while driving. I took it a few years ago. It was cloudier today, you get the idea.)

Sunday, February 9, 2014


Dear Transition from 2 naps to 1,
I hate you.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

conversation with an 18 month old # 2

On a rare sunny morning:
Ezra: Shadow!!
Me:Yes, that's your shadow.
Ezra: I love him.
Me: You do?
Ezra: I love the shadow.

conversation with an 18 month old

While eating dinner:
Ezra: Kiss the window.
Me: It's gonna be pretty cold.
Ezra: Kiss the sky!
Me: You're not allowed to be a reincarnation of Jimi Hendrix.
Ezra: Kiss the sky.

Thursday, January 30, 2014


So, 17 month old Ezra can spell his name (and dog apparently) and he's starting to freak me out.

I haven't been trying to teach him, and after twisting myself in knots to figure out how to gently tell the babysitter that I didn't want her to push him to learn things he doesn't have to know until kindergarten, I found out she hasn't either.

He just likes words. He likes to say them, he likes to look at them, and I guess he likes to spell them.

Chiara made a beautiful garland with his name on it that's in his room and when he asked about it I told him, "It says Ezra. E-Z-R-A." He was obsessed for a few days so I made him some crappy cardboard letters to carry around with him. He started to ask about the letters on his blocks so I told him what they were and before I knew what was happening he was walking around saying "E-Z-R-A, Ezra!" Like it was a little mantra.

He knows the names of about 20 letters, and while looking at a book yesterday he said, "D-O-G!" and he was right.