no means no
With winter approaching, we're starting to find ourselves at 6:30PM, two hours away from bedtime, dark outside, and not much to do. Tonight Enzo played and watched some Superfriends. Zoe told him it was time for bath, and he said "no it's not time for bath". So Zoe said, "yes it is time for bath". And he replied, "no means no mommy".
Enzo had a hard time getting to sleep. He kept getting out of bed, and I kept telling him to get back in bed. Finally, after about 30 minutes of this, he came out and said, "I took a poopoo in my diaper. I need to use the potty. I tried to tell you, but you told me to get back in bed." I almost cried. And to top it off, he had some serious GI issues, and was feeling sick. He asked, "Why did my poopoo go swooooosh?"
Monday — Alex took Enzo to school today, and he had a great day. Maybe starting to get comfortable there. After work, we played around the house. William stopped by for a minute before dinner, but then slipped and hit the driveway pretty hard. So he left.
Zoe made a big noodle dinner tonight. When she asked him if he liked it, he replied, "I'm disappointed", but then he ate a lot. Enzo got a little Buzz Lightyear rocket as a potty reward tonight, and he played with it for about 2 hours straight. Before bath, we did some running around the house, playing hide-n-seek. Zoe jumped out from under a pile of pillows on the couch, and it scared the hell out of him. He threw his hands in the air, and screamed "ahhhhh!"
Easy bath tonight. Unfortunately Enzo's milk gave him the runs again tonight. Not sure what's going on. Maybe we'll try lactose-free milk tomorrow.
We can't believe how much he talks now. Unless he's vegging out in front of some movie, it is literally non-stop. His main game with his toys is "make them talk to me", with Enzo holding one action figure or animal, and one of us holding something similar, and we carry on a conversation through the toys.
