Daylight saving time murdered sleep, as always. He's waking up nearly an hour early almost every morning. And he has lost all respect for the cow clock which used to tell him when he was allowed to call for us.
He has a renewed interest in letters, what sounds they make, and how they'e used to spell words. He loves bath time because it means we get to spell words with his foam bath letters.
Saturday morning's playground plans were rained out, so Steve & Zeeke did a Target run before music class. After nap, Karen & Zeeke went to the library and came back with a big haul of alphabet books.
Sunday, the three of us made it out to the playground. Zeeke had fun playing monsters and roads with Lazlo. Later in the day, we melted down old crayon fragments into new crayons and spent some time cleaning up in the backyard.
Conversations with Zeeke:
"We should buy a new house."
"You don't like our house?"
"No. I sort of want a new one."
"Ok, would you rather have a new house or some popcorn?"
"Popcorn!"
“All my friends and my teacher said I'm from another planet.”
“Which planet?”
“Mars. But they're wrong. I'm from planet Earth.”
“Why did they say you were from Mars.”
“Miss Briana says I'm a straaaaaaange cookie.”
Overhearing Karen say a certain room at the library scares her a little:
"Why does it scare you? Is it a volcano?"