First off, my apologies for the lateness of this post. Henry’s birthday was last Saturday (more on that later), but in the week previous and the days following, Kristen’s grandmother and Henry’s great-grandmother (Oma) became very ill. Kristen’s father was to come up for the party, but he had to cancel, as Oma was admitted [...]
If you’ve ever wondered to yourself, “Who are those weiners who actually use the grocery cart with the plastic car stuck on the front?”, I’ve got your answer: FYI, we managed to make it home without the $8 butterfly balloon, but just barely.
Henry has mastered the skill of “milking it”. About a week and a half ago, while running down the street, he tripped and skinned his knee. It was a pretty big owie (as we’re wont to call them), and there was a little blood and a lot of tears. The tears stopped after a minute [...]
Just a quick squirrel update. Last night, as Kristen, Henry, and a few neighbors were having a lovely dinner of hamburgers, hot dogs, corn-on-the-cob, and tater tots (oh, yes, tater tots), the brazen squirrel was harassing us. He crawled around the back steps for a while, not 10 feet from our table, and scurried up [...]
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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