(This is nearly a week late, and I feel terrible. Work has been nuts, my traveling season has started up, and overall work madness had made it so I’m working most nights and full days and don’t have 10 seconds to string together a cogent thought.) A few years ago, when we had three cats [...]
I was away last weekend (Friday until Sunday morning) because of work, and Kristen, looking for fun things to do with Henry and without me, saw that there was a Touch-a-Truck event in neighboring Lincolnwood. (Lincolnwood borders Chicago up north where we are, and it’s only about 15 minutes from our house.) It took place [...]
I remember loving Legos as a child. And Star Wars toys. And comic books. But each of those were when I was older — 6, 7, 8. Before that, I don’t really remember anything specifically. It’s not to say that I didn’t have toys or play with anything (I did), I just don’t remember them. [...]
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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