Ezra, my second-born.
Ezra (still) can’t say cracker. He can’t say banana, either (he says “booya”).
He also has a great sense of humor. One day, after a recent snow storm, he and I were driving home from the market (Isaac had stayed home with daddy) and he was talking to me about what he wanted to do when we got home.
He said, “I make snowball, mommy.”
“Oh?” I replied.
“Yeah! I throw it!”
“Yeah, you can throw a snowball,” I said.
“I throw it at Isaac’s face!”
Yep, E is for Ezra. :-)
Very cute!
Yeah for Ezra! Heads up Isaac, I think Ezra gonna be bigger than you are one day. . .Cute photo too!
I’m delurking!
I’ve stalked you for a while, but I thought I’d out myself and let you know that Ezra is adorable.
And I love your knitting. I’m a novice knitter and all you ‘real’ knitters keep me inspired.
:)
hahaha!
speaking as a younger sib, I think I know where Ezra’s coming from. LOL
Older sibs are SOOOO insufferable, sometimes.
hehe. j/k Jen! you know that phase is long past.
LOL!!!
Aww, he’s so cute!