I'm putting myself up for sale. This family isn't working out for me. They insist on changing my clothes when I'm covered in vomit. And today Momma dropped me. Sort of. She fell holding me. I'm fine, she's fine (a little scraped up...so's dad for that matter). But come on! First that dog and now this. Anyway if you're looking for a baby, I've recently developed the *action pincer-grip* in my left hand, I have giant blue eyes, a button nose and a goofy smile. My rates are reasonable, I'll even consider a 'rent to own' situation.
Ezra
Ezra and Ned's favorite housekeeper has been teaching us Portuguese. So far we have learned: Cao (pronounced cou)= dog, Gato (gatoo) = cat, Maluca (maloocu) = crazy, but cute (Guida can't remember Ned's name and just uses Maluca. Guida loves Ned. She shares her lunch with her. And when she fills Ned's bowl, she also puts a dog treat on top of the food. More crazy then cute today, Ned broke into the trash, ate rotten pasta salad and yakked it up all over Guida's freshly mopped floor. Ezra is a Menino (meninoo), little boy.
Guida remains very concerned that I don't wear shoes around the house. She's insistent that it will make me less attractive for my husband some how. (I also heard her muttering "oh baby.... Mama forgot to close the door, so bad.... In my defense it's a warm day.)
Ned has had a few unfortunate run-ins with a screen door. She's now convinced that she can't step across the threshold of the open door without something terrible happening.
Welcome! We're dipping our toes into the blog. Mostly it will be goofy updates about Ezra, but he'll have to share some with Ned too.
Let's begin!
