Zeke is in a bit of a mourning period. He's never been the only child and I am just not that much fun. No matter how many games we play, books we read or songs we sing, I am not as interesting or amusing as big brothers. The big kids have been back to school a week and Zeke still gets tearful every morning at good bye time.
Each night, Ezekiel will figure out the "pattern," whether tomorrow is a "Mama Day" or not. Then we make our plans: hiking, the library, picnics, Xbox, Memory, Sorry!, walks, Play Dough. We've made homemade marinara, bread, salsa and roasted tomatoes. We've cleaned carpets, painted some walls.
I'm appreciating the dialogue that my 3 sons have with one another. Now that Blake and Etienne are gone during the day, I am the only audience for Zeke. "Mama! Remember that time we were in the car and we saw a bird?" While I will fake remembering this, Zeke's brothers will know exactly the time and the bird Zeke is referencing. I am exhausted by the end of our Mama/Zeke days.