So, Henry was completely terrified of the teenagers in masks and facepaint who roamed the neighborhoods trick-or-treating with him this evening. We ended up covering one enthusiastic block of decorated homes in Edgewater Glen before we had to give up for the night. He was pooped and thoroughly terrified, yet completely enamored of his small [...]
We’ve had so much fun already this weekend, and we haven’t even gotten to the trick-or-treating yet! Yesterday, we went with Lillian to a children’s festival at a local garden center, where Henry had fun riding a pony and petting every animal in the petting zoo about 36 times. Later, we went to a Halloween [...]
Tell you about it later…so tired.
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. [...]
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 [...]
Have a pickle.
Look, I feel bad that Henry has been rejecting Raphe so much lately. I mean, I’m flattered that I’m the coolest person in his somewhat limited universe, but it’s painful to see the look on Raphe’s face when Henry rather pointedly states, “No want Daddy.” It’s worst at bedtime, when Henry, with some prompting, says, [...]
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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