Boy Genius

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You’d be surprised at how many pictures I have of Ezra with something on his mouth. Apparently I never wipe off his face. I’ve even had to resort on several occasions to the classic mom spit clean technique. But that’s not what this post is about. Just thought I’d comment on the yogurt on his face.

Okay. All mothers are allowed the right to brag on their babies. Here’s my amazing Ezra story:

So when we visit my folks we all share a room (wait… not everyone obviously!  🙂  Brad, myself, Ezra and Kenzie).  We put up a little divider between us so that Ezra will sleep a little longer (or at least not bug us to get out of bed right away). Anyway, one morning Ezra wakes up and and like usual starts talking to himself. Then he starts counting.

“One… two…”

I figured he was repeating yesterday when we counted one and two for each step up and down the stairs, but then he kept going.

“Three…”

Wait a sec. My child can count to three?

“Four… five…”

I figured I had fallen back asleep and was dreaming until Brad shot up with his eyes bugging out. Our barely two year old just counted to five! We figured it was a fluke, but he’s done it twice since then. Pretty impressive, right?

Today at lunch he counted to 15.

No joke! Clear as a bell.

He tried counting all the way to 20, but he just mumbled from 16 on and ended with an “E” sound.

I’m always impressed by him.

But then again, I’m his mother.