Happy Birthday, Ezra!

This is technically his third birthday right? 1 – The day he was born. 2 – When he turned one. 3 – When he turns two. Sometimes I don’t understand numbers…or more specifically, how to count.

Officially, Ezra turned two almost three hours ago (as of this writing), but the big party won’t be until this afternoon. It’s so hard to believe that it’s been 730 days and nights since he came into our world. We feel so blessed to have had the opportunity to wake up a couple thousand times at night, to change a billion diapers, and to hand-catch several dozen throw-ups. It’s been pure joy to clean up after he runs from the bathtub and pees on the bookshelf in his room. We wouldn’t want to do anything else except scoop up half-chewed food from the floor, or have him sick in the middle of the night.

As cynical as that may sound, it’s all true. And every little smile or every time that he says words a certain way (ask him to say ‘salty), it makes every “argh!” moment disappear into thin air.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EZRA!

The Horse Whisperer

While riding the grocery store horse may not seem like a significant step in most children’s lives, it happens to be for Ezra. For the longest time, he would want to go and see the horse but refused to sit on it and flat-out freaked out when it would start moving. Apparently our last visit marked a major turning point in Ezra’s life as he overcame his fear of plastic horses. Now, we are no longer dealing with him not wanting to ride the horse, rather, we deal with him not wanting to get off of it. The times they are a changin’.

The Second Hair Cut

We do understand that once things have been done two, three, four, ten times, they will loose the fact that they are interesting or unique…so we will take advantage of the newness of this haircut while we can. I can’t promise that I won’t post pictures from every haircut (since this is a blog about Ezra being Ezra), but rest assured that as long as they are good photos, and he makes for a cute handsome subject, the pictures will appear.

For this haircut – he needed one, and we wanted one prior to his second birthday – we went up to Cyrilla’s salon in Lone Tree. We hooked him up with another trim w/out loosing the curls and cut off quite a bit of hair. Since Ahna wasn’t there at the beginning of the cut (still finishing her day at school), I tried convincing Cyrilla that we were going to shave Ezra’s head. Thankfully, she didn’t bite.

A Glimpse Of The Future?

Ezra stopped by and visited with me at the firehouse the other day….

Ezra The Photographer

While Ezra was down at Saba and Savta’s house the other day, he was given his first opportunity to be a photojournalist. It seems as though he will be heading in the direction of more abstract work, at least until he figures out how to stop moving long enough to take a picture. The results are below (except for the one good photo of Ezra and Saba).

Photo Found

Discovered this little gem of Ezra smiling for the camera on Mother’s Day while searching for another photo on my phone.

23 Months!

The next one of these posts will be the 2 year photo. Holy cow.

It’s A Zoo Out There

A nice day squeezed in between several super windy and chilly days equalled a trip to somewhere outside….and when I asked Ezra what he wanted to do, the reply was simple and to the point – “Animals!” We sauntered up to the zoo and happened upon an apparent secret of the place: the perfect hour to be there…it’s so perfect in fact, that I’m not telling you what it is (you’ll just have to come and visit the zoo with us to find out).

There was an intentional decision made to leave the big camera at home this time, primarily because I wanted to focus my time and energy on spending the adventure with Ezra…but I have to concede that I was bummed a time or two that I didn’t have the camera because the animals where in perfect position to become subjects of good photos (like I have never seen all of the big animals so photogenic before). Ah well, there is always next time.

Ezra seemed to enjoy seeing all of the animals that he frequently reads about, but we spent about the same amount of time looking at them in real life as he does in a book – seconds. What he really wanted to do was chase the birds. All over the place. He would giggle non-stop as he would run after one, and it would take off and land a few more feet away just so he could run after it again.

He was actually showing his belly button to this goose...moments before the chase

And the chase is now officially on.

Storytime

As we are experimenting with a new nap routine (more on that in another post), we took the opportunity to head over to the local library this morning for storytime. And by ‘storytime,’ I mean: chase Ezra around the kids area of the library time. He sat there for about 3 minutes – the duration of the first book that was read – then made a b-line to the other part of the kids area to find the Thomas and Friends books. After about the third time he did this, I conceded the battle and let him do what he wanted. What he wanted to do was read on his own. We sat there for about 30 minutes with Ezra getting a new book, bringing it to the table, reading it, and putting it back. It actually was more satisfying in some ways than the storytime would have been…

Ezra smiling for the camera

Don’t Eat The Paint

Ezra and I headed out to the Denver Children’s Museum yesterday with some friends….turns out it was a Daddy-Day-Care moment with four Dads and five kids. The kids ranged in age from about 18 months to 5 years, so once we got in the doors of the museum we pretty much split into a bunch of different directions. Ezra soon headed for his favorite place – the train area – and despite several valiant attempts otherwise, set up camp for most of our time there.

For one brief period, I was able to pry him away from the trains and head to the painting area (see previous post showing photos of another trip). We got him set up with an apron, a blank piece of paper, and black and red paint. Ezra then proceeded to paint for a while before deciding that there was something really intriguing about that red paint color…so intriguing in fact, that he wanted to taste it to make sure that it wasn’t something that he could snack on.

As if the world entered a matrix-like state of slow motion, the paint brush went from the cup straight to his mouth before anyone with reason could stop him. After he pulled it out of his mouth, I immediately took him over to the clean-up area (elbowing several other children and their Moms along the way to clear the path), and dunked him under the water faucet for a mass-decon of the area. Using high pressure water and a few wash cloths, we were able to remove most of the paint that hadn’t already made it’s way into his stomach. And despite the fact that Ezra looked like he was punched in the mouth (red paint), he was as cheerful as could be. Back to the train tables we went.