Spring of Our Discontent
I hesitate to call what we’re experiencing in Chicago “spring”. It’s been rainy and damn cold for what seems like forever. We get a peek of sunshine maybe every 10 days. When I say the Chelis are experiencing some very acute cabin fever, you have to understand that we are all going bananas over here.
On those rare days we can get Henry outside, we run him around until he drops.
Henry can ride his tricycle all by himself now! Good thing, because pushing him around on it is a real pain. Also, he actually demands to wear his helmet. One less thing to argue with the Toddler Tyrant about.
Here he is, trotting down Andersonville’s main drag. That’s his chicken bag he’s carrying. Henry won’t leave the house without it. Inside are some snowflake plastic rings that were cupcake toppers, a Thomas train or two, a few cars and trucks, and a Superman Happy Meal toy. (Happy Meal consumed by me–no, not Henry–during my last pregnancy when I was obsessed with them. We now have a stash of Happy Meal toys in the trunk of the Subaru for those times when we need something with which to distract H.)
Digging in the dirt out back. Don’t worry, those hostas will be fine.
Not an outdoor photo, but oh how Henry loves to go shopping at Whole Foods, where he gets to push his own shopping cart. He likes to sidle up to me with my big cart and say, “Look, we’re the same.” (No, neither Henry nor his father brushed their hair before leaving the house this particular morning.)
May 11th, 2011 at 11:37 am
Come to NJ! It is sunny and warm!