You can't spell Enoch without "no"!

So, how true is that? You can't spell Enoch without spelling no. Good grief, but he is a stubborn Fowler. (For those of you who know the Fowler's, this is not a surprise. They are all stubborn, headstrong and independent. Even mild-mannered Greg will dig his heels in when pushed in certain situations.) Enoch is probably my most independent and stubborn child (although already Kate is running a close second). I know he is three and these are all characteristics of three-year-olds, but I'm telling you, he is stubborn. Add to that moody and pouty and we have a winning combination at 11pm when he still won't go to bed.
Don't get me wrong, Enoch is also my funniest kid, saying things that completely crack me up and he has the most expressive face. I love my Enoch dearly, but I'm not sure I'm going to survive him. When I ask him to do something he responds with a, "no thank you", because if you say it polietly, it's okay to say no. And anytime I get angry with him he laughs at me and says, "Silly Mom" or "You are a oatmeal head" (aunt Michelle will be happy to learn that she is not the only oatmeal head!) or my favorite, "Silly oatmeal head".
He is also the messiest of all of us. He leaves toys, clothes, food and dirt in his wake and could care less about cleaning up. His idea of cleaning up is to sing the Clean-Up Song while watching Mom clean up. Okay, again, I know he is three (messy, smelly three).
Since Enoch is now learning his letters things have been disappearing from our home. How can that be related? If anything has an 'E' on it, that item automatically belongs to Enoch and he stashes it away in his loft. After missing the TV remote for days we went looking for it and found it in his loft along with about 15 other things that were missing. It took us a few minutes to understand Enoch's logic, but of course, it made perfect sense to him. We can't wait until he learns the letters N, O, C and H. Who knows how much stuff he can fit in that loft.
Right now I'm watching him watch one of his favorite shows, Cyberspace, and can't believe the cute smile he has, the chocolate milk mustache and beard that constantly covers his face and his dirty hands from exploring in the backyard. He is so curious and lives life the way I wish I would let myself. Nothing is off limits to him, nothing is to big or small to tackle, nothing is beyond his notice and nothing can't be made into something fun. What an amazing kid! He is my absolutely joy and inspiration. And while I whole-heartedly mean all it, this will be good to look back on when he is 16!
This past week, I seem to get quite a few views of Enoch's behind. I know he'll kill me for posting these photo later on, but they are so cute. Enoch fell asleep on the couch a few nights ago and slept there all night. I still don't know how kids can sleep like that. Notice the dirty feet. I think they are permanently that color now. A few days later, Greg was digging holes in the backyard and Enoch was helping him. I looked out the window to check on him and saw him almost dissappear. He was climbing down into the hole to dig out more dirt. Again, the dirt.

Every since Enoch could walk and explore, Greg has become an expert sliver-remover. Enoch attracts slivers like no one else. This one was pulled out of Enoch's toe last night. The picture does not do it justice; it was huge. He still has two slivers in his hand, but after the ordeal last night we decided to wait to take those out. Crazy kid!