Zoe on call last night, so Enzo I were on our own this morning. We took the dogs for a walk around the neighborhood, and then went to Peets for coffee. I scored the only highchair in the place which made breakfast a lot easier cause I'd left the stroller in Zoe's car. We came straight back home after breakfast, and I dropped Enzo off with Alex.

At the end of the day, I was working in the office upstairs when I heard Enzo sobbing in the front yard. Alex had him in his old bungee jumper thing, and he was crying because she'd just taken him out of it. She tried putting him back in, but somehow that made him worse. He was completely freaking out, so I picked him up and gave him a bottle of milk inside. He calmed down right when Zoe came home from work.

We went to the farmers market for dinner. Zoe and I traded off chasing Enzo all over the place. He was walking on people's blankets, knocking over drinks, and falling in the mud. It was ridiculous trying to get him to eat anything so we left.

We bumped into little Jack and his mom on our family walk, and stopped to talk for a while. Jack yelled "Enzo!" when we he saw us coming. He's 2 ½. Back home Enzo got his bath and books before bed. Zoe taught him that his chair and table are blue (pronounced "BAH-loooo). We spent the rest of the night finishing up his train table. Big surprise in the morning.