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.