Spidergirl

A couple things I need to write down...just to remember. Henry says about a thousand funny things a day and I'll certainly never remember them all, but here are two recent pieces of oratoracle fireworks:
-He and I are laying on our bed, doing some reading before it's time for him to get into his own bed and sleep. I'm reading one of the horrible books in the Twilight series and he's reading a comic book that Dave had gotten him earlier in the day. He has turned to a page with a rather voluptous looking spider girl. And he says to me, "Hey, Mom. That's spidergirl. You know how I can tell she's spidergirl and not spiderman?" And I'm thinking...oh no... Then he says, "Her gloves. Spiderman doesn't wear THOSE kind of gloves." I kept a serious "that makes perfect sense" face, and thanked my lucky stars he's observant in different ways than he will be later on in life. :)
-Odd that the second story also has to do with spiderman. Good lawrd. We're watching the movie (he's only recently gotten to watch the movie and I still feel hesitant about some parts being to grown up for him, but he just looks at me when I start to talk to Dave about it and says, "MOM! It's just make believe) - anyway, watching Spiderman and spideys kisses the main girl in one short scene. And Henry says, - bless his pure, three-year old heart - "Why is he biting she's lips? He still confuses the word "she" and "her" sometimes - it's something I just refuse to correct because I love it so much. Anyway - sweet Henry.

Reading is fundamental

We zipped right through the holidays...making the trek with everyone over to Gramma and Granmpa Grave's house in the middle of what has been the biggest storm in as many years as I've lived here in Seattle. Henry had a great time with his cousins Andy and Emily - playing in the snow, wrestling, shooting at each other with Nerf guns. To that end, one of my favorite moments of the two family days there was when Greg was waking up on the couch and Henry sitting right below him - holding his new Nerf gun (pointed towards Greg), looking down the site saying, "Good Morning Greg." Dirty Harry would've been proud.
Stella did a pretty good job with the traveling. We think she's getting some teeth, so there was some whining, but all-in-all a very good experience with her. Lots of people to hold and love her. She's growing so quickly...getting strong, eating lots of solid food, and loving her brother more and more as the days go by.
Now we're back to normal - whatever that means. We sure like our gifts though...and the wrapping paper they came in.

Life Father. Like Son.

Seriously. This is exactly what Dave looks like when he's saying, "No, Jen - we need to go this way. It's right here on the map" (one of our first arguments was about a map, I think). Anyway, we were at the zoo today and Henry was letting me know that we were going the wrong way if we wanted to actually SEE the lions as opposed to just TALKING about seeing the lions. And here's how Stella enjoyed being told where to go...she's like me.

Pick a sport, any sport.

Henry played the role of athlete yesterday. We went to soccer in the morning (he loved his new kicked-back coach) and in the afternoon we went to "our" park by the middle school and he ran the bases (truly, his favorite thing to do at this park) over and over again. He'd come around home plate as fast as he could - huffin and puffin - and say, "Mom, that's the last time. I'm not going again." And, as soon as I'd turn around - he'd be off again, running around 1st, 2nd and 3rd as fast as his little legs would carry him. He was framed by middle-school football practice on the field next to us and an adult soccer league on a field a bit aways from us. It made him look just fantastic - this little guy, all by himself - running around the bases like crazy in the middle of these big people. And, I don't want to be one of those prophetic moms, but I think that little fool is going to be quite the baseball player someday...or at least he's probably going to love doing it. Or I'm going to love watching it. Wichever.

Super Hero Dentist Visit

Henry Seward can drive me absolutely crazy sometimes. He can be whiny and argumentative and too silly for me to deal with on occasion. Dave would possibly say he's sometimes like me, I suppose. But yesterday was truly one of those "I can't believe I got lucky enough to have this kid" days. We went to the dentist. He had just seen a Sid the Science Kid episode on how you need to keep your teeth clean or - gasp! - green stuff will grow in your mouth and you'll get cavities. So this was serious business. We walked in and the first thing we heard were kids crying in the waiting room. This didn't put even the smallest dent in our hero's resolve. He looked right at me and said, "I'm ready, mom." The hygenist took us back and he got to sit in the space chair, wear sunglasses so the light wasn't too bright in his eyes and listen to music so he wouldn't be bothered by the sound of the cleaner. Again, kids around us crying like crazy and he just looked forward - very serious - and opened his mouth. Ready to rid himself of anything green or cavity-like. At one point I thought he was getting nervous and tried to hold his hand, but he waved me off - letting me know he was just trying to show me a fish on the wall. I was absolutely bursting with pride. I have no idea why - I guess just because I love to see that kind of resolve. There's a part of me that would almost like it if he wanted to be comforted during the experience - but the better deal is to see him barrel through things, things that can scare you, like you have to do in life.

And when we came home, he took this fabulous picture of Stella. What a guy. And what a stinky little girl.

Vanity Run Amuck

I’ve been really worried about the lines around my eyes lately (well, since my near fatal shopping trip last week for YSL concealer and the dang department store lights that dropped the proverbial hammer on what I thought was my youthful glow). Then, on my way back from dropping the kids off at their respective daycares/schools this morning, I heard an Indigo Girls song I haven’t heard in a while on the radio and there was a line, “with every lesson learned, a line upon your beautiful face…we’ll amuse ourselves one day with these memories we trace.” I think that’s the way to go, right? Vs. trying to save up for plastic surgery?
Big issues this morning. Big issues.

Hippie Chick

Well, miss Stella had her first cold this weekend. It started on Thursday (while Dave was in Walla Walla - HOW he got a client in the Washington wine country is beyond me - I'm going to need one of those clients pretty soon) and she's still a little stuffy. It just bites to have a baby with a cold. I felt so bad for her and spent the entire day on Friday just holding her and talking in what Henry calls "my Teletubby voice."
Here she is on Sunday, feeling a bit better - and wearing my favorite hippie chick outfit.

Hercules, Hercules

Here's the strong lady in our Seward circus. She's about four minutes away from rolling over. And I dig that she already looks like she's chasing her big brother.

Look Out. Here Comes Spiderman.

Halloween. I love this time of year. The weather goes south. Things tend to get cozier...and spookier. This year promises to be brilliant. We've got Henry - who is 100%, full-on into this thing. Last year he was super cute and fun. But this year, he GETS it. We pulled out the big spider for the front door, the skeletons, the old green witch to sit on the porch..."Mom. We're going to scare A LOT of people with this stuff." Yes sir, we will. And off to Target we go to look for some more decorations. We find a $9.99 Spiderman costume (he's wanted to be Spiderman since Nov. 1, 2007 at 6:00 a.m.) that is pretty much just a blue and red, polyester singlet that makes him look a bit like an ice dancer. Are you sure you don't want the nice Spiderman costume I found online? Nope. He wants this one. We had to get it. It will be ripped all to hell before the 31st (he's slept in it every night since he's had it) and he'll get tired of it. But I'm so glad he's smart enough to remind me it's way more fun to be Spiderman for four weeks than it is for one night. Even if Spiderman looks like he's seen 16 miles of hard road by the time the big night rolls around.

And then we have Miss Stella. Still small enough that I call the shots re her costume. I'm so glad the years of being a pea in the pod and a cozy bear aren't behind us. And I'm definitely thinking cute, fuzzy and not a superhero. Lucky us - we get both sides of the coin living with a 3 1/2 year old and a 3 month old. That's true with everything when it comes to Henry and Stella, but it's fantastically illustrated in pretty vivid colors as we get ready for Halloween.

Firsts, Seconds and Thirds

Well, fast forward three months from July 2, 2008 and you’ll find me crying at my computer, wondering how twelve weeks magically disappear like they have.

I took Stella to Julie’s this morning for the first time. Julie was a caregiver at Allegro, Henry’s daycare for three years. She was actually the first person I ever left Henry with there and this morning I left Stella with her too. And, as amazing as this sounds, I completely forgot how hard it is to leave your child. It was hard when I didn’t know Julie. And it’s the same kind of hard even now that I do. Stella will stay with Julie for the month of October and, as Julie isn’t quite sure what she’s going to do with her daycare business, we found a more permanent caregiver situation for Stella starting in November. Rosa and Jose own a little home daycare called Mi Casita. I might already love them - as the first time we went to visit them, Rosa said, “Ah, Janetta – Estella, she looks a’ very smart.” They came recommended by a friend who is the most particular person on earth, so along with the good vibes we get from them both, it seems they were able to pass the Lisa test for three years with her daughter. And I’m glad we found such a loving place for her.

All that to say, it was about 5 minutes ago that Dave and I settled in for the evening and had finished watching the HBO series John Adams, when I felt a cramp that was a bit more intense, a bit longer than those I had been feeling the last few weeks of my pregnancy. Dave went to sleep, and I stayed up and lay on the couch, feeling the cramps get closer together and watching the numbers on the clock on my cell phone go from 10 minutes from the start of one until another one came, to 6 minutes, to 4 minutes. At 2:30 AM we woke Henry up – the last time we’d be a family of three. He was so good. Just groggily asked if he could have a juice box on the way in to the hospital. We drove in and, after much hulabaloo regarding when they would actually do the c-section and some fast driving by cousin Beth to come take care of Henry, Dave and I walked into the operating room at 7:00 AM to meet Stella. Pure and complete joy.

And now that first bunch of alone time with my second baby is over. I know enough now to realize that it will be replaced by other, just as joyful firsts and seconds and thirds. But today is the start of that change – and I once again recognize in myself the complete inability to rationally process change. Which makes me think it's a good thing I get to pick them both up in about three hours.

Err Ready for Halloween?

Well, it's been all prep, prep, prep for Halloween these last weeks, and we're closing in on it as we speak. Last night was a Halloween party at Matt and Michele's, and the boys (Theo, Axel and Henry - or should I say SpiderMan, Captain Jack Sparrow and Shrek) were in their full glory. It's fun to see them grow up - these boys that weren't even here just three short years ago.
Henry and I also spent last Friday morning at the zoo, where the annual "Pumpkin Prowl" was in full effect. There, literally, were close to two thousand jack-o-lanterns spread throughout the zoo. Henry just had a ball. And, frankly, I did too. Nothing like ghost and goblins (and two thousand pumpkins) to get you in the Halloween spirit. It's all a fantastic lead-up to the day...and this year we're pretty sure he gets what's going to happen because he just loves all the hoop-lah. Two is definitely a fun age. This morning, for example, he asked me "Err ready for Halloween Momma?" Which is such a great reminder of how two is this intersection between baby and kid. He still uses "Err" when he means "you" or "your" (ex. - Do err like cereal Momma? or Err brushing err hair?), but he completely understands and appreciates that we're preparing for something special - like a big kid. It's just so much fun.
My favorite "err" quote of the week, by the way: Scene: Henry and I at the snack bar in the zoo. Dialouge: "Momma - Daddy is carving a jack-o-latern tonight and Henry's going to be scared and err going to be scared. Okay? Okay, Momma?" Happy Halloween, everyone. I hope err ready.

Beautiful Blue Dog

On Thursday of last week, Henry and I spent one of our days (we have two days at the end of every "work" week to be together now) shopping at Target, Barnes and Noble and traveling down to Puyallup to see Great Grams (GG). We had a good day - we found shelves for the kitchen, got two new Curious George books and a Old Maid Curious George game - and got to see GG and get a new "money jar." We came home - tired, but feeling great. Until bedtime. Dave was having dinner with a friend and I put Henry to bed. It was then that I remembered that blue dog was in the car - I was too lazy to go get him, so I told Henry he was taking a bath and that we'd see him tomorrow. Fast forward to the next day at naptime when I actually went out to the car to get him - and he wasn't there. I knew he'd been in the car with us on Thursday and I knew we hadn't taken him out. I completely and absolutely panicked. I searched the house anyway (desparate times...) and then put Henry in the car and went and searched all the parking lots we'd been in the day before. An hour later we were home with no blue dog and me in some wierd state of craziness. I literally could not stop crying. I called Dave and I must've sounded just nuts enough, because he came home early to make sure we were okay. A weekend of emotional starts and stops later (and calls to everywhere we'd been) and I found blue dog on Monday. It turns out we'd left him at Barnes and Noble and a worker there took him home for her kids (after she gave him a bath, she said - no suprise to me, as that dog stinks like dirt and spit and two and a half years of little-boy-living). She brought him back and all is well. And now I'm wondering how it is that I got so momenumentally crazy over a small, stinky stuffed animal. I'm not sure I understand it, I just know that he has been Henry's best friend and a part of everything these last years. A central character in his baby years. And I simply love that silly dog. Is this the kind of craziness that comes with being a mother? Holy shit, it sure feel like a bowling ball to the stomach sometimes. :) But - all that said -I've made a Seward executive deicsion, and blue dog is staying home from now on. That little turkey can't try to sneak off and live with another family. I'm (I mean Henry) is just too crazy about him.

Missing Henry

It’s my sixth hour in the Toronto airport. I’ve been waiting for a flight to New York. Storms have made the flight late and now the backup of planes means that it might be another hour or two before we’re able to take off. Frustrating. There is the annoyance that comes with too many hours in uncomfortable seats, the amount of money spent on bad airport pizza and glossy magazines, and the irritation I feel listening to brash New York businessmen vocalize how much THEY are inconvenienced by waiting hours in an airport. But, more frustrating than all these things put together is my guttural reaction to families walking by with kids. I notice little boys with blonde hair and chunky legs and sandals. Kids laughing loudly, running as fast they can from parents who are trying to coral them before their flights. I miss Henry. I shouldn’t be in an airport in Toronto, I should be picking him up from daycare. I sometimes find myself in the classic working mother scenario (too many hours at work, not enough time at home – or the other way around) and feel guilty about it. But never so much as I do when I travel. Especially when Henry is at this fantastic period in his life. Every day brings a new word, a new realization about the world. On our “conference call” this morning, he told me, “Mommy on airplane. COME BACK!” Come back. Indeed, that’s what I need to do. If only I could get on the damn plane.

A Return.

I’ve decided to break back into blogging. The reason: it's the easiest way to keep track of Henry.

Last week, a good friend of mine asked me about some milestones during Henry’s first year. And I had to go back to the blog to find out when he did what. That’s the kind of scrap-booking, baby memory-keeping mother that I am not, apparently. In any case, I thought I better start up again – as the milestones (and the words) are coming fast and furious these days.

There are a couple key things going on with that boy now:

-He’s learned to express his discontent with us saying “no” by countering with, “Why not?” When we first heard him say it, we had to take a step back. “Why not?” Well…don’t say it…don’t even think about saying it… Okay, let's go with… “Because Mommy and Daddy don’t drink apple juice for dinner either. We drink water.” “Because we worked really hard to make the floors look nice and it’s doesn’t look nice to have crayon marks on them.” “Because the other kids at daycare might get upset if you took blue dog, jars of money, your spider man cup (insert any other object that happens to be near him on the way out the door) to school and don’t want to share.” “Because, even if the oven isn’t on and hot, it’s still not a toy.” … But, you know, in reality we’re only a few short weeks, days even, away from saying it. It’s coming... “Because I told you so.”

-He is completely in love with public transportation. So, this Saturday, the three of us got on the bus at the stop right down the hill from our house and took a trip downtown to the book store. Henry was thrilled. He looked all the passengers in the eye and said, “Daddy, Mommy, Henry ride the bus.” In case they were interested. When we got to the bookstore, Henry went straight for just about the worst book in the place, entitled something along the lines of, “The New Adventures of Scooby Doo and Friends.” His choice. One of many choices that I imagine we will think we can make better than he can. But, it’s what we went home with. And he loves it.

-He also loves to skip. I’m going to try to upload a video we have of it to this blog, as the skipping is something to see. It’s the oddest thing – he moves his shoulders like he’s skipping, but doesn’t lift his fee off the floor. Instead of jumping up in a skip action, he moves them around on the floor like James Brown circa 1969 singing “I Feel Good.” I’m not sure there are words to describe what this looks like when executed from such a small, two-year old form, but it’s quite fantastic.

The Turkey on Turkey Day

I'm not quite sure how this is possible, but we have skated past October and November and are now on a fast-moving, one-way train bound for Christmas. We just got back from a five-day trip to Texas for the Thanksgiving holiday and have nearly recovered from traveling with an almost-two-year-old. Texas was lovely...80 degrees and breezy (a sharp change from the weather we had been having/and had the week we got back to Seattle... more on that later), with that fantastic bbq and Mexican food that makes hearing "We are making our descent into Houston Intercontinental Airport" such a joy. Henry got to spend lots of time with Grandma and Grandpa Seward and just loved it...he fed the ducks, rode the "horsey" downtown, and learned (kind of) how to catch a football.













Dave and I took a day and went into the city and stayed with his friends Nick and Greg. They own a salon in a fantastic neighborhood in Houston where women truly have their hair "done." It's an experience at this salon vs. any sort of chore to go in and get a cut and color. Cute men washing your hair, wine poured by the glass and a parking lot full of Land Rovers, BMWs, and Mercedes. Next time, I'm definitely making an appointment before we leave Seattle. Because, somehow Gene Jaurez at the Northgate Mall just doesn't seem the same.
We came back to Seattle just in time for the "Seattle Snowstorm 2006." It was 50 degrees colder when we stepped off the plane in Seattle than when we left Houston. Shocking is a relevant word for what it was like. The next day, we got a significant (for this city, anyway) amount of snow that then turned to ice. I don't want to be dramatic here, but we were officially snowed-in for a while. Henry's daycare was closed for 2 ½ days and Dave and I took turns with him while the other person trudged their way downtown to work. I'll say this - It's tough to take care of a child and try to work at home. In fact, I might even say this - Is it wrong to WANT to send your child to daycare sometimes? Hopefully it's not tooooo wrong. Henry went a little stir-crazy, but liked (not loved) the snow. Dave took him sledding and he got to wear his feet pajamas. Which, obviously, is extra cool and reason enough for another snow storm sometime soon.
He's such a funny kid these days. We can see that he's right on the cusp of being a two-year old. I'm not sure I want to call it the "terrible twos" though. Because, you know, his search for independence is really kind of remarkable to watch. He is VERY dramatic about so many things and gets upset over the type of give-and-take situations I take for granted everyday. Sometimes he can have milk, but not juice. Certain days we can listen to music, but not watch Elmo. Kind of like when I have to wait to save enough money before I can buy that favorite purse. Or when people don't act the way I'd like them to at work (or at home. or at the grocery store.). He's learning his way and it's simply fantastic (and, yes, sometimes very frustrating) to watch.
So, up next, Christmas. Before he was born, I wasn't sure that I wanted to pass the Santa myth to him. I wanted to take a more honest (but still festive) approach. Now I just can't wait to dress that kid up and get him on the fat man's lap. Should be a good holiday season!

Lord of the Rings

Well it’s been another good while since we’ve written a post…September has been one of the busiest months on record…
August ended in a flurry of toddler walking and talking, and September rang in with a fabulous wedding: my brother Jeff and his fiancé Deedee were married in Othello on September 9. I absolutely love when the whole family gets together, and what an occasion for it. The wedding was so lovely and Henry had a great time with his new cousins and Aunt (oh, and Uncle Jeff too). In fact, here’s a picture of the new family.

What a fantastic day… Henry performed his ring bearer duties like a champ, but kept up a steady chant of “Doggie, doggie, doggie” during the ceremony - which prompted Dave to actually take him over to see Uncle Jeff’s doggies (before the vows were even spoken). Henry sure knows how to get what he wants – even during the official joining of two souls. I went to Dallas for work that next week and, upon my return, Henry and I headed back over the mountains to go to the Adam’s County Fair and Rodeo. I hadn’t been to my hometown fair in 17 years and several of my friends and I thought it would be a good idea to head on back…turns out, it was a fabulous idea. Lots of fun with a truly sensational group of friends, and Henry got to go see all the fair animals with Grandma and Grandpa Graves. A definite win-win. Here's a small pic with Henry and the cows...

And last weekend, we went to a music class that Dave signed us up for. It’s called Kindermusic and the class consists of about 6 to 7, 18-month to three-year olds. I was taken aback by how great Henry was in a group setting (isn’t it weird when parents talk about how great their kids are? But, really, he was great). :) I think it made me realize how much time he spends away from us at daycare, learning to do all these things that make him into a fantastic little person. It was wonderful and odd at the same time. He wasn’t shy at all and, while the other kids were hanging on to their parents during circle time, Henry was dancing in the middle of the circle with bells (we may be in trouble). He knew what to do during blanket time (I didn’t even know – apparently blanket time is code for story time these days) and, by the end of the class, he was sitting in other mother’s laps, giving them kisses. He’s a lover, that one.
To finish this frenzied month, we’re off to Lake Wenatchee with Matt, Michele and Axel this weekend. It’ll be great to be outdoors for a while and perhaps take a nap or two!

P.S.: Here's Henry and friends at breakfast. They all still really like to eat together...

Hawaii 4-0

Well it turns out that Mai Tais do make things easier. We had quite a lovely vacation in Hawaii for Dave's 40th birthday. Lots of hiking, eating and laying on our favorite beach...
There were a few hiccups with flights on the way over to the Big Island, including a luggage car hitting our plane and rendering it useless (or, as the pilot so eloquently put it, “you know, it’s a toss up on whether this plane will make it out of here” – yeah, um, could I get off the plan now please? thanks), much confusion about inner-island air terminals and lost luggage (that stayed lost for two days). We got it together though, and picked up the essentials (toothbrush, swimsuit and flip flops) and spent the first two days exploring the beaches. It turns out you don’t need luggage for that. And it was indeed tough to leave Henry at first, but we called him every day and he had a really wonderful time with Grandma and Grandpa Graves. He saw the horses and got to go “outside, outside, outside, outside, outside” whenever he felt like it. In the end, it was a great vacation for all of us. (Here we are enjoying it...)















And now Henry is quite the orator. His vocabulary increases by the minute and, even more crazy than that for us, is the fact that he really can understand everything we say now. Which means we are now doing what we never thought we would do: spell things in front of him. Particularly key words like “c-r-a-c-k-e-r” and “o-u-t-s-i-d-e” (Henry only wants to be outside these days – being inside is obviously for babies). He’ll also tell us what all the animals say (or at least the cow, the dog, and the snake on a regular basis) and loves to copy whatever we do or say (therefore the use of any bad language has taken a sharp decline at the Seward household in the past month or so). It really is just a magnificent time for growth in everything he does (oh, and also in the frequency and intensity of tantrums – excellent).
And up next – a tricycle. Uncle Jeff gave him a tractor for Christmas this last year. It’s like a little car he can ride and, as of late, he uses it as his main source of transportation around the house. Which makes us think he could be ready for three wheels.

So stay tuned for more on this exciting, three-wheeled saga…

Cutie and the Beach

This weekend, we packed up the car and headed to the Oregon coast for a July 4th holiday vacation. Just a couple-day trip in total, but it was fantastic. Because, really, doesn’t it feel nice to get in the car and drive away sometimes? It sure did this weekend. And, on a more monumental note, Henry got his first look at the ocean. We think he liked it. Although playing in the sand, watching the bumper cars in Seaside, and playing with the dog bowls in the bathroom of our friend’s cabin also seemed to top the list of fun things to do in Oregon if you are Henry Seward.
We went on a great hike on the cliffs overlooking the ocean and beaches. AND (Henry’s grandfathers would have been so happy) we saw two deer, one of which we came within about six feet of us (well, maybe one elk and one deer – we are not as up on identifying four-legged fawn animals as we should be). Henry loved them. He pointed and squealed and, we believe, called them “doggie”. See, now that’s our burgeoning young zoologist. We are very proud.

One other terribly significant bit of news: Henry tried hot salsa at a beachside restaurant and is now officially a spicy-food-loving-kid. He started by dipping chips and then stuck his whole arm in the salsa container and ate it by the handful. It is his Texas roots, we just know it…

Let’s see…what else…oh, yes. It is only three and half short weeks until we say “aloha” and spend some time on the Big Island of Hawaii. Henry is staying with Grandma and Grandpa Graves and, you know, I only plan to call once or twice an hour to find out how things are going. They may decide to turn off their phone by the end of the trip, but – hey - it’s tough leaving those babies sometimes. Perhaps mai tais and beaches will make things easier. We’ll see.

Henry Gets a Haircut

Today was Henry’s first hair cut. He had these fantastic curls right above his ears but, unfortunately, that was really the only hair on his head that would grow. It was way past some sort of mullet-situation, so we decided to take him to a professional. He was such a doll during the whole thing. We took him to a place called Beachcomber Kids Cuts. An ideal situation for kids - a tropical theme, and he got to sit on a big, carved turtle, watch Elmo, and play with a cell phone. So things were a-okay for Henry. I love his new cut. He looks like a little boy. Who likes to get into everything. It’s a fitting cut, indeed.

He's doing some very entertaining things lately. He’ll throw toys through the cat door and watch them tumble down into the basement. It’s something that keeps him busy for hours – and he’ll squeal every time another lego, stuffed animal, cup, or even beloved blue dog takes a tumbling trip down the stairs. Because that sorta thing never gets old.



















We think he’s just a few weeks away from walking. There’s really nothing stopping him at this point. The desire to make it to the China cabinet before we get there to stop him from opening the doors is going to take over soon. And then he’ll be on his way…

Toddler Land

My question of the day is, “Where did this baby go?”
Yesterday was Henry’s first official day in the Toddler room at daycare. He’s not walking yet, but everyone felt it was time for him to move (including us), as he was getting quite bored and cranky in the baby room. Dave and I have been pushing for this move for a while, but I didn’t realize how significant it would be when it actually happened. He'll play on the playground everyday now at 10:00 a.m. and 3:00 p.m., (there are FIVE-YEAR-OLDS on the playground – how is it possible that Henry is out there with them?), he’s going to learn to eat at a little table with his friends, he has art-time in the morning, and is going to sleep on a mat instead of in his daycare crib. I mean, really. No one told me that he was actually going to grow up and become a CHILD. :) They should really put that in the manual somewhere. It breaks my heart in the best possible way to watch it.
Henry is also moving full steam ahead with the two T’s. Talking and Tantrums. He says – doggy, kitty, night-night, daddy, mommy (none of that ma-ma, da-da stuff anymore – that’s for babies apparently), nanna and baby. And he can turn a light on when you ask him, hand you a red ring when you ask for it (in a sea of rings of other colors), and wave bye-bye. Fabulous indeed. But evidently this new-found learning comes with a strong sense of independence. Independence in the form of a completely stiff body and a yell that can scare the neighborhood dogs. Most of the time, we love it. Because we want him to be independent and he’s actually kind of funny about WHAT he gets crazy about (like us touching his spoon when he’s eating). But there are other times when, really, we’d both just like a beer.