Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Kids do the cutest things

We've finally moved [again] and, with the exception of the lack of decor throughout our house, are settled in. I'm sitting here with Pandora playing a mix of Regina Spector through our dvd player, and the door open blowing in nice crisp Texas winter air.

When we decided to take the plunge and have a kid, I had no idea what I was in for. I didn't know that I would stop every five seconds and just stare for no apparent reason. I didn't know the feeling of protecting someone else without a single thought about myself. I didn't know that sometimes I would stand, not knowing what I should do, as my child threw himself around screaming and rolling on the floor. I didn't know that my body wouldn't actually ever be the same again. I didn't know how deeply a little person could touch my heart. I didn't know how much I would actually enjoy having a kid!!

We usually hold hands and pray before our meals. One day a few weeks ago, Ezra (who is almost 15 months), decided he wanted to be a part of this and started holding our hands as we prayed. One thing you need to know about Ezra is that he LOVES food. Nothing pleases him more than eating, so you can imagine how surprised we were when he grabbed daddy's hand and stared at us as we prayed.

Yesterday Ezra and I were sitting on the couch and I randomly grabbed his hand to see how long he'd let me hold it before he jumped off and got into something (Ezra never sits in one place for more than about 10 seconds). He looked at me, looked at our hands, looked at me again and held out his other hand while grunting "uh-uh-uh." So I gave him my other hand and he gave a slight grin, looked down and started very sweetly and delicately gibber-gabbering "uhhhnanan baanananana jeeenenen habababa..." Then, he looked up and let go of my hands. All I could do was laugh out of shock! He said his first prayer!

Kids do the cutest things.

Later on in the day he touched the dvd player, which he knows is a "nono." I rushed over, "Ezra, that's a 'nono.'" He touched it again, ever so slowly and lightly, so I swatted his hand. He looked at me, looked at the dvd player and very passionately pointed his finger to the dvd player and yelled "NO NO!!" while doing the face squinch only he can do.

I love my little crazy kid:).

{heading to close the door to the winter air, I'm as crisp as I can stand}