Zeeke has discovered profanity, dropping the F-Bomb once at home and at least once at school. He doesn't really know what he's saying, but he knows he's supposed to shout it. He told us that he learned the from his teacher and told his teacher that he learned it from us. Sigh.
Zeeke is still obsessed with Goldilocks and the Three Bears, often insisting on two different versions of it per night. He always lets us know "that girl is not nice!" He's started doing that whenever he's watching tv too, letting us know who is nice and more importantly not. One might assume that this moralizing leads to upright behavior on his part, but in reality, not so much. When we mention that something he's doing is not nice, he'll usually just insist that it's we who aren't being nice.
He's getting a bit more independent. He no longer allows us to carry him up or down the stairs and starting this week won't even hold our hands when making the trip. He's refusing to use the potty, but also complaining about having his diaper changed, so the time has come. At his teacher's suggestion we're buying some underwear and are going to throw him into the potty training and see what happens.
Friday night, after dinner, Zeeke threw up a little and seemed to be feeling generally unwell.
Saturday, Zeeke complained that music class was too loud and insisted on going home after just a couple of songs. Once outside, he was worried he might get sick again, so he & Steve took it easy until it was time to pick up Mommy from work. As usual, he had a swell time playing on the computers at the library.
Sunday morning, Zeeke woke up super early and made Karen take him downtairs. After breakfast Steve & Zeeke went to the playground for a couple hours. There was lots of sidewalk chalk, slide, tickle chases, helicopter rides, and fence climb as usual, but he also tried the swings (a rarity this year) and a game he called "Hide & Zeeke" (the rules of which Steve is still a little sketchy on). On the walk home, Zeeke rambled an insane version of "The Night Before Christmas" that included "an owl that would not look away," "a mouse looking at me with the teeth of a dragon," "a greasy octopus," "a dog with a very pink tongue," and "a giant dragon saying 'roar' to himself." After lunch, he took a long nap and then we went to the grocery store (always an exciting trip for him).
Conversations with Zeeke:
"Daddy, you have a big belly."
"You used to live in my belly."
"No, Daddy! You used to live inside my belly! With a raccoon!"
"Awww... I miss that raccoon."
"And Mommy lives inside the raccoon! And there's a raccoon in Mommy's belly and its name is Mommy!"