Henry is breaking my heart. As Kristen has risen to sainthood in his 22-month-old eyes, I have become a second-class citizen. He had always asked for Kristen when he woke up, even as I was standing in front of his crib. “Mommy?” he’ll ask. Yes, mommy. With facial hair and a not-so-pleasant smell. No, Henry, [...]
(Sorry for so long between posts. We’ve all been sick.) As I’ve mentioned in the past, Henry tends to sweat a lot. Like father, like son. While this really doesn’t seem to make his life any better or worse (other than it helps make his hair nice and curly in the back), it does make [...]
Henry is right-handed. He holds his crayons with his right hand, throws things with his right hand, and picks his nose with his pointer finger of his right hand. The only thing he doesn’t do with his right hand is shovel food into his face. Of late, he’s been very unhappy with anyone else feeding [...]
Raphe and I have a ridiculous game (if you can really call it that) we sometimes play in the car on the way home from work: when there’s a lull in the conversation, one of us says, “Guess how many people are in Harold’s?”And then we each throw out a number. There is almost always [...]
We’d like to think that Henry is advanced in everything that he does. (He is my son, you know.) But it’s not true. He’s definitely nap delayed. What’s that, you ask? Well, when most babies his age were at three naps, he was at four (or sometimes five). When he finally dropped to three naps, [...]
Moments later Henry was shouting “MY TURN! MY TURN!” and trying to wedge himself in CC’s little house.
Lately, when Henry wants something, he says it over and over and over again. Just in case we didn’t hear it the first 36 times, I suppose. The funny thing is, he’ll say “Cup? Cup! CUPPY!” or “Zip? Zip! ZIPPY!” or “Try? Try! TRY-EEE!” or “Mama? Mama! MAMA-EEE!” Whatever works, right? *** Henry had several [...]
Henry’s gotten pretty good at telling us when he has to poop. “I fart,” he says, and we shuffle him over to the potty. While on the potty, Henry, like most males of our species, enjoys a book or magazine. (My mother got him a subscription to a kids’ animal magazine, and he likes looking [...]
I spent the past weekend in the beautiful city of Seattle. It actually is pretty nice — weather notwithstanding. It’s walkable, there plenty of outdoorsy-type things to do nearby, it has a nifty market near the water, and spawned some good bands 20 years ago. That’s right, mindless kids flocking to Seattle! Grunge is over! [...]
We’ve been trying to “teach” Henry the ABCs and the 123s. The teach is in quotes because there are no flash cards involved and the learnin’ is all about fun. Fun, in this case, is singing various versions of the alphabet song and by counting things like the number of burps Kristen is spewing out [...]
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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