NO IT IS NOT 4 PM YET STOP ASKING
March 08, 2013
Ezra and Ike didn't have school today, thanks to parent/teacher conferences. Ezra's went fine, and his teacher literally used his name as an adjective to describe some random classroom behavior. "That's just so...Ezra, you know?" Yeah. I know. Claaaassic Ezra, man.
(I did not attend a conference for Ike, because he's only barely attended nine full days of school so far. Christ, I still come home after dropping him off and have a momentary panic at the sight of his empty car seat because OH GOD WHERE DID I LEAVE THE BABY.)
(I DUNNO. MAYBE THE SAME PLACE I LEFT MY PANTS?)
Anyway, I reminded Jason about the day off this morning (super helpfully, from my beddy nest under the covers and at least four pillows), since he tends to forget and then needlessly hassle poor Ez out of his beddy nest of EVERY STUFFED ANIMAL EVER. Ezra's like me: We enjoy a good sleeping in, almost excessively so. Jason starts losing his mind on Satudays if I sleep until 9 — why, it's so laaaate, how are you still tirrrrred — even though I could easily stay unconscious until 11. Let the boy sleep!
This morning, though, Ezra was already up and awake before the sun was up. Jason found him in his darkened room, bleary eyed, trying to get his karate uniform on.
His first-ever belt test is today at 4 pm. I'd say wish him luck but I don't think he even needs it. He's been ready for this for quite some time now. Since 5 am, at least.
(Yeah, he probably will wear the Superman shirt to the belt test. I guess I could make a big deal over needing to wear only the school-approved uniform but I'm taking a four-year-old to kick a balsa wood board in half and scream HIGH YAH at it. I think we can handle just a touch more ridiculousness, honestly.)