Enzo woke up in a great mood which was improved even more by a poop in the potty. We started our day at the Rose Bowl with the dogs, and then headed to Peets. He sat in the highchair again for breakfast instead of the stroller, and then we spent some time running around, examining the produce display, and making the automatic doors at Wild Oats open and close. I was having so much with him there that I lost track of the time, and we were a couple minutes late getting home for Alex.

After Alex left, Enzo and I spent some time in the living room doing some serious roughhousing. He loves to get tossed around, tickled, and squeezed. And I may have bitten him a couple time too.

We et al. came over for leftover lasagna. Didn't go over with Enzo as well on night two. Betty probably ate more of it than he did. Enzo and Wes spent some time playing with the trains before and after dinner.

Enzo's bath was so deep tonight that he was kind of floating to the surface. I managed to wash his hair by myself. Trying to get him used to getting water on his face (an early childhood phobia of mine). He doesn't like it one bit. After bath we read books in the Fatboy and drank our milk. I managed to remember to brush his teeth tonight, which he pretty much hates to do anymore. We tried to find Waldo again. This time I held my hand over the Waldo postcard, but he just pushed my hand away, and was like "ah ha!". I gave him so many squeezes and kisses tonight. I literally just laid there and wallowed around with him for almost an hour. I feel like no one could be more loved than that kid.