Dear Enzo,
For the past couple days you have had to come to work with me while I have cleaned up my classroom and checked out for the school year. You have been such a trooper, letting everyone in the building hold you and playing contentedly by yourself while I swept and tidied and organized. Some of the time you sat in your play pen and chewed on your toys, but that usually only lasted for a few minutes. You always want to be part of the action, so I would get you out and let you crawl around on my filthy floor. I tried to isolate you in a corner, surrounded by toys or books, or at least relatively clean pencils, but invariably you crawled to a pile of trash and tried to put it in your mouth. "No, Enzo, no!" I said, over and over while I dug soggy paper out of your mouth or peeled your fingers off a broken pen cap. I was relieved to finally get you home where you could chew on computer cords and my discarded sandals. At least I know where those have been.
This is a pattern with you. Your bedroom contains almost nothing you could possibly get hurt on - blocks, puzzles, stuffed animals, soft sided baskets - but even amid all those toys and games you ALWAYS make a beeline for the fan and start chewing on the power cord. When we let you play in the living room you head straight for the only power outlet that doesn't have a safety cap on it. "No, Enzo, that's a no no!" we exclaim while we interrupt your rapid progress across the floor. But you have no idea what we are saying and respond with wild giggles - you think it is all a big joke, a game, a chance to get momma and papa all riled up. At some point you will learn what no means, hopefully before you swallow a dead bug or burn your hands on the stove. But until then, you are one dangerous little rascal, and you certainly keep us on our toes!
Love,
Momma
For the past couple days you have had to come to work with me while I have cleaned up my classroom and checked out for the school year. You have been such a trooper, letting everyone in the building hold you and playing contentedly by yourself while I swept and tidied and organized. Some of the time you sat in your play pen and chewed on your toys, but that usually only lasted for a few minutes. You always want to be part of the action, so I would get you out and let you crawl around on my filthy floor. I tried to isolate you in a corner, surrounded by toys or books, or at least relatively clean pencils, but invariably you crawled to a pile of trash and tried to put it in your mouth. "No, Enzo, no!" I said, over and over while I dug soggy paper out of your mouth or peeled your fingers off a broken pen cap. I was relieved to finally get you home where you could chew on computer cords and my discarded sandals. At least I know where those have been.This is a pattern with you. Your bedroom contains almost nothing you could possibly get hurt on - blocks, puzzles, stuffed animals, soft sided baskets - but even amid all those toys and games you ALWAYS make a beeline for the fan and start chewing on the power cord. When we let you play in the living room you head straight for the only power outlet that doesn't have a safety cap on it. "No, Enzo, that's a no no!" we exclaim while we interrupt your rapid progress across the floor. But you have no idea what we are saying and respond with wild giggles - you think it is all a big joke, a game, a chance to get momma and papa all riled up. At some point you will learn what no means, hopefully before you swallow a dead bug or burn your hands on the stove. But until then, you are one dangerous little rascal, and you certainly keep us on our toes!
Love,
Momma
