We had family breakfast this morning at a neighborhood place then came home to chill out a little before we went to the zoo.

It was a gorgeous day and we met Katie, Luke and Gabe at the zoo. Enzo asked to see the "ginant turtles" first, and when we got to the Galapagos tortoise exhibit, they were all huddled in their enclosure under the heat lamps, but one was having a tasty breakfast of lettuce. The boys all called for him to come out, and lo and behold he did. Slowly.

We saw a hippo also having his breakfast and yawning, a beautiful jaguar pacing his cage (Enzo walked up, saw him, and said, "oh, gosh!”), and assorted monkeys and tigers. Enzo kept asking to see the "gibbons", but found them to be too loud once we got to them. The giraffes were also having their breakfast, and one was literally staring him in the face, which made Enzo uncomfortable. He said he was scared ("cared"), so we went up to grab a snack.

After snack, we saw the sleeping lions, then orangutans with a baby, gorillas, and zebras. So fun listening to him say all their names.

We went to Eric's favorite bakery for lunch, and Enzo did not eat much more than their special marshmallow that mommy gave him to tide him over before lunch. We ran around at the park for awhile, and Enzo made friends with a wily squirrel. Seriously, this squirrel was making us nervous. He was about three feet away from Enzo, on his hind legs, and twitching his tail back and forth. We came home, took a walk, and later he had a much needed nap.

After nap, we watched a little Nemo, then played outside with Betty. He got pretty good at throwing the ball for her. ("I throw"). He climbed up the big ladder and slid down the slide by himself over and over again.

We hit Borders to browse some books (Enzo requested a new book about whales). On the way over, I was playing in the backseat with him - driving a little truck up his leg and arm and over his head. He drove the truck in the "tunnel" (aka pant leg), and when I asked him if the truck was in the tunnel, he said "i think so".

We got some burritos for dinner. We had initially planned to feed him off our plates, but he kept insisting on having his own burrito, so we got them to make him a small, special Enzo sized burrito - a great success. Dessert was Jamba Juice. On the way home, he tried to sing a song about peaches and sausages, that went something like this, "peaches. sausages. peaches. sausages. peaches. sausages. peaches. sausages."

Then home for some playing with his kitchen and trains, then books and bed.