Lately, Henry sings along when I sing to him at night. So while he asks for “Happy Birthday” to be sung to 36 different people, he’ll join in each time. But wait, it gets better. The past few times I’ve sung “You Are My Sunshine” to him, he’s hugged me tight and exclaimed “I HAPPY!” [...]
Things Henry is scared of (he actually starts conversations with declarations like “I scared of…”), from least to most scary: Having to share with other boys and girls when playing with the Thomas the Tank Engine train table at Barnes & Noble. Skeletons Spiders CC barreling down the hallway at full gallop Big Pumpkin (???) [...]
So I’ve been quite the slacker of late, eh? No posts in nearly a month, people unable to get their Henry fix, dogs and cats sleeping together. It’s anarchy! ANARCHY! Well, September through November is always a busy time for me at work, as I travel a lot of weekends and spend a lot of [...]
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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