Enzo was up early again this morning. Zoe was feeling better, so she was on snuggle duty. When we came downstairs, Enzo ate a big bowl of cereal and bananas. Zoe left early for the OR, so Enzo and I went to Cindys for pancakes and peaches.

Around 3:PM, Alex came home with Enzo. He was in the midst of one of the worst fits I could remember seeing - screaming, crying, writhing around, pulling on his clothes. Also, his chapped lip had split open and his mouth was full of blood. I came downstairs to see what the hell was going on, and I got freaked out that he wasn't stopping. I really thought something was wrong with him, so I threw him in the car with plans to take him to the ER.

But within a few minutes into our drive, he settled down, asked for his milk, and then was fine. Turns out he hadn't slept all day. I put him down for a very late nap at almost 4:PM, and he slept for an hour. He woke up in a sour mood, but quickly mellowed after some milk and some Planet Earth.

When Zoe came home we finished making our Christmas dinner that we didn't make last night. Dinner with Enzo was over quickly as usual. Then he and mommy snuggled on the couch while he finished up a pb&j whale sandwich. Zoe sang Que Sera, Sera to him, but inserted lyrics about Betty ("will I be crazy, will I be loud"), Harriet ("will I be fat, will I be neurotic"), and Mr ("will I have hairballs, will I be lonely"). That really got him giggling.

Because he took such a late nap, we kept him up after his bath a bit later than usual. Zoe read him stories in the beanbag, and then mean old daddy swooped in with the toothbrush to end the fun.