Needless to say, we have had many tug-of-war episodes with various items.  Namely the Vonage phone.  Enzo loves to hear Grammy and Pop through the speaker on the phone, and any other voice for that matter, but he wants to HOLD IT.  And push buttons.  And slam it on the ground.  Sometimes the whining and tantrums are just too much and we give in.

It goes in the mouth…

Ask my Mom and Dad how many times they have been hung up on…

Enzo chooses his numbers carefully…

And he´s a big tease because he does NOT like to give up the phone after he´s gotten ahold of it…

Let´s just hope we have no calls to Hong Kong on our future phone bills.

He continues with his passion.  This is how I found him today…

Nestled in the corner of the couch, on the floor, surrounded by BOOKS... and a soccer ball.

Reaching in for another.

And it's a good one.

I only kind of saw it happen, but he lost his balance while standing, fell backwards and smacked the back of his head hard on our very hard floors.  So far, Enzo has had his fair share of falls and I have listened to a fair share of “fall down cries”.  This cry was one of those “twisted up, red faced, silent for over 12 seconds at first”  cries.  I think that’s what they call it in “What To Expect…”  The worst was the bump.  His little head had a good size bump immediately and that’s what scared me.

So we stopped the Skype call (although I later learned that I never turned off the video), I managed to change a diaper, pack some juice and yogurt, grab a diaper bag, get us bundled up (it’s Winter here, remember… and raining today), and get us out the door.  I fumbled with the garage door key a little, but talked myself to a calm in order to drive to the hospital that THANKFULLY I’d already been to for Enzo’s 1 year appointment.

Get to the hospital, get checked in and we WAIT.  We waited for over an hour for the on-call doctor to get to her room.  She saw us and sent us off for x-rays.  And we WAITED.  Another hour for the technicians to get back from MONGOLIA I guess, because it took them FOR.EVER.   We finally got some x-rays done to take back to latey-pants doctor #1.  She wasn’t completely satisfied with clearing him so she sent us to get another x-ray.  Thankfully there was no wait this time, but Enzo did manage to soak through his pants (even though I had changed his diaper already).  No extra pants got put in the diaper bag… Enzo just deals with it.

The good news is the doctor was fine with the second round of x-rays and felt good sending us home, no worries.  Considering he had calmed down pretty quickly, no vomiting or wierd behavior, I was pretty certain this would be the outcome… at least praying and begging that it would be… but I am so glad to have waited out the nearly 4 hour ugly hospital visit (we still haven’t found “the one” in our new city), to know that little E is ok.

Poor guy.  I’m sure it’s not how he would have chosen to spend half of his day either.

I’ll tell you what though.  My arms are tired.  Try carrying a 21 pound wiggly sack around for 4 hours.  It’s SUPER fun.

Here are some pictures to help you visualize…

July 8, 2009... Enzo weighed 8 lbs, 5 oz. and he was 20 inches long

At his birthday party.

At 1 year Enzo is just under 21 lbs, and almost 30 inches tall.  He´s 50th percentile for height, weight AND head circumference.  Enzo has 4 teeth, he´s not yet walking but he´s real steady on his feet and he´s ALMOST there.  Of course, I feel like I´ve been saying that for a while.  He is babbling a lot these days.  It seems as though he´s saying “hello”, “hi”,  ”hola” or “hey” an awful lot… but we cannot confirm that.  Also recently he´s started to echo our constant “Nononononono”´s.  But sometimes it comes out “Nighnighnighnighnigh”.  So.  You decide.  For the first time the other day I heard him utter this sound, “muh muh muh”.  The closest he has ever come to saying Mom.  The poor child was crying in his crib as he was not cooperating with “nap time”.  (And I did smile).  He´s ALWAYS saying “Dadadadada” but not specifically at Tabo.  And at any rate he would most likely call him “Papa”.  But within the past couple days he is truly babbling… putting all SORTs of sounds together and it sounds super funny.

Here is more of Enzo at his party…

In the last blog I posted about our moving… well, the beginning of it anyways.  Now we have moved.

We live a block and a half behind La Plata´s cathedral.

Living room...

We are working on expanding our pallet and eating by ourselves…

Enzo and I also went to visit our USA family and had a great two weeks with them…

Playing with my Dad and Carrie

Swimming with my Mom

Exhausted after a day at the zoo with Benton, Elsie and Megan

Now we´re back and we have some visitors.  Tabo´s parents are in town for a little while and will be here to celebrate Enzo´s 1st.  We sure will miss some very important people.  (*sad face*)

Getting a hug from his Abuelo Raul.

Now we can´t believe that we´re about to celebrate a year of Enzo.  At this hour last year I was already in the hospital awaiting our little man.  Craziness.  Pictures will be posted soon of our festivities, for sure.

So let me just express it in pictures once again.  Enjoy…

I found him playing in a corner as I was packing up some stuff.

Closed eyes, but clear shot of his two teeth.

Learning to eat by himself.

So over the pictures.

Another aftermath.

Saying goodbye to "The Mosquito"... our favorite family restaurant right on the corner.

Please take a quick moment to recognize this awesome sweat-suit.

And appreciate the pumpkin face once more.  This will stop getting cute pretty fast, I´m afraid.