The music mogul

I imagine Ezra as a producer of a music event. He must make phone calls, sort out logistics, dance when the beat is just too good, and cuddle with a lady at the end of the night.

(Song: d.a.n.c.e. [remix] by Justice)

Babble babble

My son is a talker. Unfortunately, he still speaks that language only other babies seems to understand. However, he is amazing at imitating tonalities in speech patterns. The tonalities I use when I say "uh-huh" or "mmmmm good" Ezra can mimic perfectly, just without use of the actual words involved. It's incredibly adorable. The three words he seems to know well are "mama" (which he uses for all close family members regardless of gender, all photographs, landline telephones, and most dark-haired females over 25 years-old), "baw-baw" (which he correctly only uses for his paternal grandmother), and "nai-nai-nai-nai-nai-nai" (milk... he repeats this until he gets a bottle of liquid white gold). Every once and a while he says "tita" or "Nah-noo" (Tita Nanelle, which means Auntie Danielle).

But mostly Ezra babbles on and on in a language all his own. Especially once he gets a cell phone in his hands.

Not only does he babble as any grown up having conversation with that unseen person on the other line, he paces, rocks his head, and makes hand gestures. He even does a form of "hold on" before he sets the phone down for a moment to use his hands.

You need video proof.

Ezruberance

One of my favorite things about being a parent is discovering my child's personality. Noticing all the little quirks and preferences that make him totally unique and totally dope are the joys of my days. One thing that has become clear to me is that Ezra is "all or nothing." He uses brawn before finesse. He likes the more difficult, yet more direct route. Go around the huge, dangerous, precariously placed pile of toys? No! I will climb over it! Wait patiently for Mommy to get the toy high on the shelf? No! I will throw other toys at it until the toy I want falls! (which, by the way, is incredibly intelligent for a 13-month-old). Cut teeth one at a time? What?! NO! I will cut eight teeth simultaneously to get that mess over with. BOOM! He says a nonverbal "boom" all the time, which basically entails an NFL-superstar-style spiking of whatever happens to be in his hand at the moment. Bo has a REALLY bruised toe at the moment because some toys are not meant to be spiked ON HIS FOOT, if at all. Such a passion for life, such a gung-ho! attitude about tackling problems, such a confident lack of concern for his physical well-being, well we call this Ezruberance (Ezra-exuberance).

How Ezra sees himself during times of overt Ezruberance:

How Mommy looks at Ezra during times of overt Ezruberance:

What Mommy does after Ezra spikes something particularly heavy on her:

TODDLERS ARE FUN!!! Help me.

Note to Ezra: You're still my favorite.