Enzo woke up again in the middle of the night, asking for milk and mommy. In the morning, we played in the living room with his legos, while mommy made breakfast. Breakfast somehow turned quickly into arts and crafts time, and Enzo was painting with one hand and eating sausage with another. I stepped away from the table for a second, and he dumped the paint tray upside down, and smeared paint all over the table and himself. When I asked what he was doing, he held up his painting - "i made something beautiful!"

After work, I took Enzo for a short walk, and then we sat for a big pasta dinner. Wes stopped by to show off her daddy's freshly shaved face. On their way out, a little white dog walking by bit Christa on the leg.

We ran down the street with Enzo, a nightly ritual. We stopped in all the usual lawns, picked up "violin sticks" and looked for pill bugs. Back home, we had a root beer float in the front yard, and tried to balance on the blow up slide. Enzo was very helpful cleaning up all his legos in the living room tonight, but then got upset when we wouldn't let him throw them on the floor again.

Every night now, Enzo asks to use the potty right before he falls asleep, which buys him another 15 minutes before lights out.