one book
When mommy and daddy got home from work, he was super excited to see them both. We read some books, daddy took him on a walk with the dogs in the backpack - Enzo has recently decided he doesn't mind the backpack so much, then had some dinner. He had a pop then we played in his kitchen then played with his firetruck. It is hilarious to listen to him play by himself, muttering all kinds of crazy things like "man. sitting. climbing. happen? uh-oh. bear. mud. lady"
He is really starting to string more and more words together. We can see his imagination working - he put his monkey on his bird and said "monkey flying. copter" He loves to hear us telling him stories - the crazier and sillier the better, especially if it involves Harriet, Betty or Mr. We had a nice bath, then the usual milk, then books, then poop. I told him to pick out one last book before "teeth", and after that book, I said "ok, time for teeth", and then he got upset, and through his fake tears asked for "one book?". So he got his one book, and then teeth, and then bed.
