Distracting you with his devastating cuteness
So, since this is tax season, my workdays are each a relentless breakneck race to 5pm. I muster up my last bit of energy at the end of the day to make Henry dinner and get him ready for bed and then I collapse in a puddle on our living room floor. And then have a panic attack at 2am about something I forgot to send to some client’s accountant. Love my job!
We’re leaving for a vacation in Florida on Thursday, and there’s a gigundo heap of laundry that needs to somehow get done before then. I have nothing exciting to tell you, dear readers. I do, however, have pictures of Henry to share:
With any luck, he won’t ever have to wear this down jacket again.
Have I told you lately how much this boy loves playing with trains? I haven’t? Oh, that’s right, I’ve been too lazy to post.
Thank god crayons are non-toxic. Henry’s probably eaten 12 of them.
He climbs ladders like these all by himself.
But he still likes it best when Mommy pushes him on the swings.
