Monday, December 12, 2011
We went to the Grove Park to see the gingerbread houses with Ezra's BFF Millie this afternoon, and they were really cute, "reading" the map together and walking down the halls holding hands. When it was time to go, Millie was crying, "I don't want to go, I want to stay here and play with Ezra." We parted ways and I told Ezra, "Millie didn't want to have to leave you, but you'll see each other tomorrow at preschool," and Ezra said, "Yeah, I know Millie loves me."
This evening's tantrum brought to me by the cool Christmas stickers Mema sent Ezra, which change their picture when you tilt them. Ezra doesn't understand the concept and thinks I broke them.
Ezra: "No, don't shake them! I want them back the way they were when Mema sent them! You can't shake other people's things!"
Ezra: "No, don't shake them! I want them back the way they were when Mema sent them! You can't shake other people's things!"
Friday, December 2, 2011
Several minutes after Ezra had declared himself finished with dinner, Jude dumped out Ezra's bowl of rice and started eating it, causing Ezra to cry in protest that it was *his* rice, and no he didn't want more rice, he wanted his rice back. Lauren and I told him that he really didn't want it back, but he insisted, so I put a full bowl of rice to Jude's mouth and said, "All right Jude, give the rice back," and pretended that he vomited it back up. Ezra was satisfied that justice had been done, but cried for me to wash it, so I took it to the kitchen and ran some water. Finally assuaged, Ezra ate his (presumed regurgitated) rice.
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