My weeks of prepping Ezra for the return of his grandparents from China was tremendously successful. We had many, many, many conversations about their arrival, looked at their picture constantly, and talked through the homecoming scenario. They arrived home late on Monday July 1 and Ezra got re-acquainted with them the next morning. There was some initial shyness, a little bit of hiding behind my legs, but it was short-lived. By bedtime that night, he wouldn't go to sleep without goodnight wishes from Grandma and Grandpa. The transition has been beautiful.
Ezra especially enjoys Grandma's company, and calls to her anxiously even if she goes upstairs just to brush her teeth. He likes to know where they are in the house and what they are doing. And when we wake up before they do, it is a trick to keep him occupied until they come down for the day. We are so grateful to have them home again safe!
Grandma has been a special friend for Ezra and a godsend for me in these last few weeks of pregnancy. Ezra has gotten a little too comfortable with the we-live-next-door-to-a-park bit, and RUNS in that direction at every possible opportunity. This mama can't run anymore; lame duck waddle probably describes it best. Grandma has been available and willing for many a park chase in these last few weeks, which has been wonderful. "Stop" and "wait" don't register very well with the little guy...yet.
The Ezra personality has been asserting itself more lately. I am impressed with his willingness to try more. For example, he has less fear and greater confidence on park playground equipment. A few night's ago we went to a community pool. He had about 30 seconds of apprehension, and then waded right in. Dallin helped him "swim" on his tummy, and he kicked his legs and paddled his arms like a champ without any prompting. At the local splash pad park Ezra screamed and giggled and beamed as he put his whole body in the water.
We also struggle somewhat in knowing how to work with a little boy with a strong personality. Throwing is his way to act out right now. Food, toys, clothes, etc. become projectiles when he feels frustrated. Time outs and talks about other better choices don't seem to be making much of a difference, but we keep trying!
At other times, Ezra is such a tender little spirit! He often requests "sing songs", which are usually Primary songs. He will listen carefully to our nightly Book of Mormon reading, often repeating words. He will help me pray (copying the words I use). He loves to snuggle, is quick to give hugs and kisses, and will sit quietly through a stack of books.
Ezra loves nursery, riding in the new van, goldfish snacks, and any toy with wheels. Seeing a mower, digger, bulldozer, train, or garbage truck is cause for celebration. His verbal skills are impressive; his desire to communicate is strong. He remains a truly loyal friend to Bear.
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I remember the day my father told me why young children cry and act out (other than the obvious; pain, hunger etc.)
The body is young but the spirit isn't and it doesn't understand why it can't do all the things promised in the pre-existence.
Made all the difference when I was baby-sitting or teaching. I've recalled it many times while working in Primary.
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