Zeeke was even more obsessed than usual with absolutely needing his favorite things this week. Tantrums over not being able to wear his shark shirt every single day made for some extremely stressful mornings. One specific shark shirt, mind you, not just any of the seven. He's constantly convinced we're hiding the clothes that he wants. And he's so willful and strong that it's pretty much impossible to keep him dressed in something he doesn't want to wear.
Selecting meals isn't as tear-filled as getting dressed, but he still exhibits the same wearying stubborness. The variety of foods he'll accept has been dwindling and he doesn't understand why we won't let him eat the same thing for six meals in a row.
Saturday morning, after insisting that he didn't need apple juice for the trip to music class, he screamed and cried for the entire drive that he wanted apple juice. When we finally parked, Steve tried to get him to wear his fleece, but he refused. He screamed and cried for the whole walk and then continued making such a scene that we missed the first half of class. When Steve finally resorted to bribing him with cookies, Zeeke said the reason he was upset was because he wanted his fleece. So they had a talk about the need to use words when attempting to communicate and then caught the last few songs of class. Saturday afternoon, Karen took him to the library and the grocery store, which was good fun for him.
Sunday morning, we went out to Chestnut Hill to visit Jen, Kim & the twins. Tara, Matt & Moira came too. Sadly he slept for five minutes on the ride home and then refused to nap. After giving up, we went over to Tim, Tanya & Lettie's house for a dress up dance party playdate.
Conversations with Zeeke:
On the subject of bad guys who happen to be firefighters:
"I don't want them to open me up and take my blood and use it to put out a fire."