Before Henry was born, Raphe began collecting classic cartoons so the two of them could watch them together. Henry watches his little DVD player in the morning while eating his breakfast, and we have an extensive library of stuff for him to watch. When he got tired of Thomas the Tank Engine and Yo Gabba [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
While Henry still rejects fruit like a nudist rejects underpants. Meaning, we can buy it for him all we want, but when push comes to shove, he’s naked. That really didn’t make any sense… Anyway, fruit aside Henry loves to eat, and is getting pretty good at the spooning and forking and general shoveling. He’s [...]
No words necessary, methinks.
There is nothing better than watching Henry develop as a little person. Each time he does something new, I want to give him a cake and buy him presents and give him a big hug. (Usually, he just gets the hug.) But with each new thing that he learns, there are always bumps in the [...]
Henry’s cold is a bit better now. While he was really sick, he wasn’t very interested in eating much, but now that he’s on the mend, he’s been eating like a sumo wrestler in training. In a single day, he’ll eat yogurt, oat meal, fistfulls of Froot Loops (I can’t believe I’m publicly admitting we’ve [...]
So, I’ve been sick. Still am, in fact. It’s the sickest I’ve been since I can remember. On Saturday, I started to feel a bit out of sorts. Sunday, I was worse. By Sunday night, I was shivering and feverish, and I was worse Monday morning. I stayed home from work on Monday, of course. [...]
I don’t know if I was an adventurous eater as a child, but as an adult, I’ll pretty much eat anything that isn’t mayonnaise laden or too heavily dairy. Kristen also eats just about everything, although with some things (sushi, BBQ) it takes some cajoling before she tries it and, eventually, eating everyone else’s dinner. [...]
This is birthday week for Henry, meaning he’ll be lavished with presents and kisses and hugs and cake. Pretty much a standard week, actually. I’ve been reminiscing a bit the past few days, looking at old pictures and videos. (If you’d like to look at some yourself, see some pictures here and videos here.) And [...]
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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