this morning was very difficult getting z to eat breakfast. he wanted me to feed him, but all i was going to do was put food on his spoon, leaving him to put the spoon up to his mouth.

i told him that after his birthday, when he turns three years old, he has to do all the feeding himself. mommy & daddy won't help him anymore, which he agreed.

we were just trying to teach him when his birthday was, saying october 10th, and he said "knocked over tenth." we said "no, OC TO BER 10th," and he kept insisting it's "knocked over 10th." super cute.

grandma, good luck with that goal of teaching him his phone number and address, that's all i can say.