emi & enzo

Emi can just about stand by herself now. After pulling herself up on a table or toy bin, she lets go, and for a few seconds stands proudly holding a toy. Then slowly down backwards. Thud. On to her well padded bum.

She knows the family by name now – Mommy, Daddy and Enzo. “Where’s Enzo?!”, and she’ll point him out. After bath we play Where’s Mommy. Emi crawls around on the bed laughing, trying to guess where Zoe is going to pop up next.

It was hot this weekend. 90 in mid-October, so we stayed close to home mostly. Heirloom and Peets for Saturday and Sunday breakfast. A surgical strike to the Long Beach Aquarium late Saturday afternoon to touch sharks and rays (and to get a nap for both of them on the drive down). And a well executed playdate with Elijah and Jack at the San Rafael park. Flying balloons, stomp rockets, pizza, cupcakes.

Enzo sorely needed some play time with some rough and tumble boys. As did we. He was kind of driving us nuts this weekend. Bored, tired, hungry, bickering. He feel asleep in under a minute once we got him upstairs tonight.

Emi is growing up fast. She can crawl, pull herself up, clap, point, and wave hello and goodbye.

Last week was all about Daddy. Zoe was on call, then in Boston, then on call again. Six nights in a row, including a full weekend. Emi couldn’t have been easier.

We did school, Peets, park, Kidspace, naps, baths, meals. Just a magic little bug.

Enzo loves Emi, except when she’s chewing on Batman. Hardest thing about him now, is keeping him off her. He hugs and kisses her until she cries. “I want to see Emi”, he says. He calls her Little.

Emi likes whole bagels, yogurt, canned peaches, ripe plums, watermelon rinds, cookies, tofu, pasta, and havarti cheese.