Not only is Ezra shaping up to look exactly like Noah, but he appears to be tough like him also. Mellow and tough. Nice combo. Last night he did a face plant in the tub. I picked him within a second, but I wasn't quick enough to keep him from banging his face into the drain and being facedown in the water. I snatched him up and he was clearly a little startled and take aback, but I'm certain that many other babies would have been howling. He just went on with his bath, happy to grab at toys with his new sit-and-reach abilities.
Noah today had his second or third accident on the tree swing in Chris and Julie's back yard. He lost a tooth there last year. Not even a particularly loose one. Tonight he scraped up against the tree and got pretty roughed up on his arm. Most other kids would have been in tears. Even seven year old boys. Not Noah. He calmly came to show us and tell is that it hurt. Chris took him inside, performed appropriate first aide, gave Noah the cool new see-through bandage and all was well. Though Noah wasn't sure he could help set the table or clear it either as a result.
That however has more to do with his incredibly annoying new attitude. He whines and protests about anything. He's often demanding and won't take no for an answer (not that he ever manages to get another answer with that behavior). What boggles me is how he persists with this behavior when the consequences have been clear and consistent forever. It doesn't work, so why does he keep trying?
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