It was a rough week for sleep. Zeeke's been hard to get to bed and then waking up really early and sobbing because we're not sitting outside his door like we were when he fell asleep. We've told him that we only stay there until he falls asleep, but it still its him hard every time. One step forward, one step back.
We've stopped riding in the back of the car with him, a big milestone for all of us, as the habit goes back to his baby days when he would scream bloody murder every time we put him in the car. So far, he's taking it well.
Saturday, the three of us went to the zoo in the morning. Zeeke had an exciting time brushing goats, riding the carousel and being chased by geese. After his nap, we all went to the playground to do some chalk drawings and work on his soccer skills.
Sunday, we were back to the playground for an epic playdate with his schoolmates Lettie, Asif, Sofiya, and Zoe. The kids had a blast together. Zeeke banged his head pretty hard standing up under the jungle gym twice, but made a strong recovery each time.
Conversations with Zeeke:
"Daddy, I can't wait until I'm a grownup."
"Why's that, buddy?"
"Because then I can read one of the books that you write."
"Daddy, do you want to play Pick-up Truck?"
"Sure. How do we play?"
"I hold up tools and you say, 'I want that!'"
"Ok, where's the pick-up truck?"
"There is no pick-up truck."
"Why is there no pick-up truck?"
"Because this is the United States of America, a place where some people live. Now do you want this tool?"
"I want that!"