Ezra

Ezra is 18 months old now. I think 18 months has to be my favorite age. Old enough to communicate and interact with the world; too young to talk back. :) Ezra is a doll, still my baby, but every day turning into a little boy. Here are some of his recent goings on....

No, he still doesn't walk. Crawling is much faster and he is very adept and pushing books across the floor, crawling with our cell phones, keys or the TV remote. He also CLIMBS.... he has figured out lately that he can push our ottoman across the floor anywhere and climb up on it... to reach the top shelves of the bookshelf, the top of Brant's desk, you name it.


Papaya... the kid could live off of it. I don't know what we would do if we had to move back to States unexpectedly.


I love this... he's into trying to dress himself lately. Here, he put his bib "on." He actually ate the whole meal, holding the bib on with one hand and eating with the other. :)


Ezra loves to "go" As soon as we tell him we're going he heads off to the shelf by the door where we store our shoes. As fast as he can "shos, shos, shos, shos" and grabs his little shark Robeez. :) Since he got to go on the motorcycle with Brant, he often wears his helmet around the house... can never be too prepared. :)


Ezra sucking his thumb at night.... every time we put him down for nap or bedtime it's the same... he grabs his rag, wads it up and sticks his thumb in his mouth this way. He's still my baby.