(I’m finishing this post from the wonderful city of Orlando. That’s sarcasm. There’s nothing wonderful about this place. Sorry for the delay — we’ve all been sick.) Last week, Henry said his longest sentence yet: “I want a taco, Mama.” Since we all love tacos (and, luck have it, we were making them for dinner), [...]
We had fun. Hope you did, too.
(Sorry for so long between posts. We’ve all been sick.) As I’ve mentioned in the past, Henry tends to sweat a lot. Like father, like son. While this really doesn’t seem to make his life any better or worse (other than it helps make his hair nice and curly in the back), it does make [...]
Henry is right-handed. He holds his crayons with his right hand, throws things with his right hand, and picks his nose with his pointer finger of his right hand. The only thing he doesn’t do with his right hand is shovel food into his face. Of late, he’s been very unhappy with anyone else feeding [...]
Henry is happiest when he's looking at or playing with or reading about cars and trucks and fire engines and bulldozers -- pretty much anything with wheels or that makes a loud, growly noise. This book has all that (and if you're a little nutty like me, you can add the sound effects).
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