Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Ice Ice Baby

After a rambunctious family night consisting entirely of Prophet Freeze Tag and treats, Eliza whispered conspiratorially in my ear, "let's put ice down Daddy's back!"

It's a favorite tradition in our family to victimize TJ this way. The results never fail to satisfy.

Because TJ anticipated our plan, we had to resort to a joint operation in which I sat on him, putting ice down his shirt, while Eliza put ice down his pants. Revenge and counter-revenge escalated into a full-blown battle, boys against girls. There was squealing, shouting, sprinting, wrestling, threatening, whooping, and laughing. Finally, we got everyone settled down, pajamad, and ready for bed. After family prayer, Eliza was giving TJ a goodnight hug when he yelped in surprise: she had slipped one final piece of ice down his back.

She laughs best, who laughs last.

Monday, March 15, 2010

My Birthday in Thirty Words

No gym
Slept in
TJ slaved
Library solitude
Mom, Georgia, Spencer, Nikki,
"friend boy," Taylor, Lawson.
Olive Garden, pedicure
HD Radio
Cute singing kids
Bead necklace
Tira missu

Sunday, March 14, 2010


I must have blinked again, because Ezra seems to have advanced a few years while I wasn't looking.

TJ took him shoe shopping the other day and they both came home full of guy talk, expounding on the virtues of lighter materials, grippier soles, and supportive ankles for running.  "Mom, these shoes are lighter than my old ones even though they're bigger!  I bet I'll be able to run faster and jump higher in these!"

I remember when I could pick out any gender-appropriate pair of shoes off the sales rack and he would be happy--but I won't complain since he hasn't yet discovered name brands.  May it ever be so.

Toys are a different matter.  This past Christmas was the first in which the marketing monster sank its teeth into my little boy and he wanted the Bakugans and the Bionicles, like every other boy. 

Here Ezra is with his best friend, Aaron Jones.  They have a standing play date on Fridays so Ezra can have some female-free time.  Aaron and Ezra share so much in common.  Both are the eldest of four, with a new baby in the family.  Both are responsible, talkative, smart, and a wee bit goofy.  This is the most serious picture I could get out of them.  They are even both missing top middle teeth at the moment.  I adore Aaron because he's a good influence.  He's got Ezra believing chapter books are cool, and that singing in Primary is acceptable.

Ezra has the vocabulary of a ten-year-old and would rather talk to me than to his sisters. He runs screaming when Eliza tries to kiss him.  He is known in his class and here at home for his great sense of humor.  He's perfectionistic and concientious.  He likes to play chess (as long as he wins,) and loves to ride his bike, which we finally got the training wheels off.  Every day, he wraps himself around my waist and legs, monkey style, and says, "Mom, I love you so much!"

Last week he wrote a talk with very little assitance from me and gave it by himself.  I sat in the back of the Primary room, just busting with pride.  It's such a strange, bittersweet feeling.  Although I resent every step he takes that will lead him to go out on his own one day, I just can't resist.  He gets more loveable all the time.

Just the same, I'm cutting back on the blinking.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

The Princess and the Pea

During the first part of January, the Missoula Children's Theater came to visit Murray for their production of The Princess and the Pea.  They held auditions on Monday for the show to be performed that Saturday.  I was so grateful and excited that both Eliza and Ezra were chosen to play Dust Bunnies.  They attended three two-hour rehearsals during the week, a dress rehearsal on Saturday, and then did two performances. 

As might have been expected, Ezra endured and Eliza relished the experience.  I wish I had some footage of the "Dust Bunny Hop" they did!  Think of twenty six-and seven-year-olds doing a dance that involves reaching up, reaching down, and hopping three times.  Now imagine them all at different speeds so that after the first four bars, they are chubbily and enthusiastically popping up and down seperately instead of in synchronization.  Imagine half of them smiling and half of them looking a little confused.  It was, hands down, the cutest thing I've ever seen.

Grandma Dick happened to be visiting Tony and Michelle to help with their new baby, Colton.  Tony was nice enough to bring Grandma and the boys down, so the kids could have more than just TJ and me in the audience.  It was so nice to share that experience with them.

Eliza stole the show.  During the applause, they all took a knee and spread their arms out, doing jazz hands.  Eliza was so enthralled with the clapping that she stayed in that pose about thirty seconds after the other kids had gotten bored and started wandering off.  I have an inkling that was have a budding thespian on our hands.