Summer time

Learning to drink out of the hose.

Helping around the house

Henry helped me load the dishwasher this morning. I rinsed off the dishes and he put them in the proper place.

Catching up

So, we have a little catching up to do here. These are pictures from fathers day. I took a ton of pictures of the guys together and very few of them actually came out. This is the best of the bunch. Henry and Papa working on a bubble making machine.
Papa having his morning coffee while Henry waters the um....flowers?
More flower watering I think on this shot he actually did get a flower but it isn't in the photo.

Marking his territory?

So what you are seeing here is my son at his very best. Step one: get nude, find Mama's garden hat (which looks strikingly similar to Gramalex's on her blog photo) and plop it snuggly on your dome. Step two: find a good spot (preferably Bapa's shoes) and watch yourself pee. Step three: walk into your own pee puddle and wiggle your toes in it. Step four: become very pleased with yourself and grin widely. Step five: hear Bapa tell you "no no Henry, no no potty" and back into the corner to ask yourself what you've done. Step six: go into the bathroom and sit down on the potty waaaaaay too late. Step seven: get a hug and an "I love you baby bear" from Bapa and get into your jammies for bed. -W

Good eater?

Moving has presented an interesting challenge with Henry. All of the things that we kept in cabinets and drawers or just up out of his reach are now at Henry level, prefect for little hands to explore. The boxes with bathroom items have been Henry’s favorite discovery. And they continue to sit on the floor because we haven’t yet tackled the issue of our small bathroom vs. Mama’s million lotions, bath gels, hair ties, nail polishes, half empty shampoo bottles and other goodies. Henry’s favorite find, the one he keeps coming back to, is deodorant. He has been interested in deodorant since he first watched Papa put it on at our old place. Wade would put it on himself and then put the lid on and pretend to put it on Henry. It is one of the few things he will stand still to do, over and over again. He calls it deodoree. He likes to smell it and then try to taste it. But, his version of smelling is more like blowing his nose on the deodorant and then breathing in and out several times. Last night he was a man obsessed. He kept yelling for the deoderee and then “smelling” it, sticking it in my face to smell as a diversion while he licked his lips for any bits that may have fallen off. One time he stuck the deodorant in my face and told me to smell and he was so forceful that he stuck my nose in the deodorant. When he realized that I had it all over my nose he leaned over and stuck his mouth on my nose. “Ick” I said. He said “mmm….deodoree…” and licked his lips.

P.S. He likes the taste of soap and shampoo also.

As promised

Henry and his best friend, Miss Bagel.

Sunshine Sunday

We still haven't found our cameras or set up our computers but a camera phone works almost as well. This is Henry playing in his yard Sunday morning.

All that Glitters

With the help of our amazing friends and family we are officially moved into our new house. The phrase "It takes a village" is no exaggeration when it comes to moving with an 18 month old and we still have the adventure of unpacking everything we own while managing a toddler which has already proven to be quite a challenge-- "Thank you Henry for picking up that knife set I left in the living room. Please stop rubbing the deodorant into the carpet..."--- but I keep telling Wade (and myself) that there are a lot of people out there that would take the stresses we have been dealing with if it meant owning their own home so we should be grateful that we are even able to do this. As for the Bean, well, he loves his new house. He hasn't really had any trouble adjusting. He has slept fine, eaten well and seems relatively unfazed by the change of venue. I asked him yesterday if he missed our old apartment but he was too busying running through Papa's office, into the garage, onto the driveway, around the Vroom Vroom, through the yard, into the side door and back into Papa's office....over and over again. If it would stop raining he would get a taste of the real deal back yard that sold us on the house. Cheers to grass and no more huge forehead bonks on the cement parking lot!
We will post some pictures as soon as we find our cameras, computers and desks..... -L