We went for breakfast at Heirloom this morning before Zoe left for an appt across town. We gave Alex the morning off because she babysat tonight, so I hung with him.

At home, we played with toys, and then did some painting. I set him up with five bowls of paint and some brushes, and then went into the kitchen to check my email. After about 10 minutes, I heard him say "painting belly!". Sure enough, he holding his shirt up with one hand and swirling blue paint all over his chest and belly with a brush in the other. We laughed about that, then he said "painting cheeks" and made a big blue streak on his face. OK, enough with the paints today.

He fell asleep on the way up to school, so I let him sleep for a while. We showed up late for the last day at Waldorf, and Enzo just didn't want to be there. He sat in my lap with his lap buried inmy chest for about 30 minutes, and asked to go home. Enzo gave Miss Adrienne a present and a hug, and we said our goodbyes. It made me sad to think about not going back there again. Despite the occasional struggles, it was great for Enzo.

Back home, we played with toys and made a cardboard spaceship for Buzz. Enzo also offered to help with the laundry. Before I knew it, Alex arrived to take over at about 3:PM, and whisked him out the door.

Zoe and I went out to dinner, and he was asleep before we got home.