
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Off
Gigi and Grandpa went on a 2 week vacation to Alaska earlier this month so Henry and I got to spend a lot of time together. We had big plans but we did not anticipate temperatures in the 90's so we didn't really get to do as much as we would have liked. We did plant some flowers-
Ride bikes on chalk obstacle courses-

Ornery

He stumps us with a question at least once a day. Like today- "Why is damn it a bad word?" "What makes a word bad?" "Who decides that it is bad?" And "Why can Papa say it and but not kids?" (I now understand the response "because I said so.") He also has us cracking up at least 5 times a day. And every time I think to myself "I have to remember that for the blog" and every time I forget. Sorry guys. If it is any consolation you are welcome to come over any time and experience the orneriness/funnies for yourself. Just be sure that you are well rested because this kid does not stop.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Fun around a gigantic art piece
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
May


They had a Mother’s Day celebration at Henry’s preschool on Thursday. The kids made apple muffins with smiley faces, daffodils made out of construction paper and those tiny cups that you fill with ketchup at fast food restaurants, and garden stones that they decorated with shiny rocks and tiny shells. When I arrived the kids were playing downstairs. I pulled out my camera and took a photo of the spread on the table-muffins, apples, carrots, celery, handmade flowers and fresh flowers. The schoolhouse is really only 2 rooms. The upstairs room is full of light; windows cover 3 of the 4 walls. I moved into a sunny spot and waited for the kids. I love this school. After a minute or two, I heard the kids stomping up the steps. They ran into the room, stood on the circle rug and were led by the teachers in a messy and slightly distracted version of “You are my Sunshine”. After that it was time for snack. Henry and I sat inside and talked, mostly about Aunt Susie’s visit. She was going to pick him up from school and Henry was excited. Once we finished our snacks we headed outside to play for a while. Henry played in the sand with two other truck and sand loving boys. The boys played pretty well together until another kid came around and started dumping the truck every time that Henry would fill it up. This was not the game that he had been playing and I think it bothered Henry that this boy was dumping his sand but he didn’t cry or scream or grab the truck, he just said “No Max, I want to fill it all the way up. Please don’t dump it.” And when Max continued to dump it Henry looked at me, rolled his eyes, raised up his shoulders and smiled an “Oh well” smile. We moved on to the slide and had a great time. I was proud of him for handling it so well. For a kid that has very little experience playing with other kids he was very patient and easy going about Max’s behavior. And he moved on easily when it wasn’t working. (Although he mentioned last night that Max is very naughty and shouldn’t be allowed to go to school, so it obviously stuck with him a little bit.) Henry tells me almost every morning on the way to school “Going to school is going to be sad because I will miss you and I don’t know how to play with the other kids.” When I drop him off he mostly just hangs around the teachers. I am not sure what to do to get him to interact more with the other kids. He seems to do well with 4 and 5 year olds but he cannot move to the 4-5 year old class until next year. I hope we can find a friend for him soon, I think that it will make all the difference.


Aunt Susie and Uncle Ted arrived to pick Henry up from school about a half an hour later. Henry was so funny. He covered his mouth, jumped up and down, stomped his feet and did not make a sound. I haven’t seen him that excited to see someone. She beat Santa and the Easter Bunny. Aunt Susie is very special to Henry. They became very close when she lived with my parents while her hubby was in Iraq. She moved to Rhode Island in January and Henry has been missing her ever since. We spent a lot of time over the weekend with Aunt Susie….and Henry didn’t really want anything to do with anyone else. This morning he told me “I wish Aunt Susie could stay at Gigi and Grandpa’s house again for days and days and days.” I agree. We all miss her.
On Saturday we all met up at Henry’s school for the Family Fun Walk- 5/10K Benefit Run. It was what I like to describe as “Co-op crazy”—all the makings of an official event but with the chaos of a family reunion. We basically waited an hour to walk around the block with about 100 other families, ate some pancakes and watched the kids play. They had live music and the weather was perfect. My favorite part of the day was pushing Henry on the tire swing. He leaned back and closed his eyes. I remember doing that exact same thing as a kid. I told Wade that we need to put in a tire swing at our house. One that is sturdy enough for both kids and grownups :) Henry picked out an enormous yellow t-shirt at the run and he has worn it almost every day since.

Happy Mother's Day

Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Washed Away

We are all feeling better now. We all lost a little weight from not eating much for a few days, but Henry is making up for lost time. This kid has not stopped eating for the last four days. He is eating every 2 hours at this point. All day long. He is breaking his personal records for food consumption left and right. He had 4 adult-sized pancakes, two pieces of fake bacon, three strawberries, a half a grapefruit and a glass of juice for breakfast...and was hungry way before lunch. We are going through fruit, granola bars, and goldfish crackers like they're going out of style. He now even has an AFTER dinner snack before bed. We are getting a glimpse of what our lives are going to be like in about eleven years.
As to his ongoing discourse on life and nature with us, he most recently talked to Laura about the thunderstorm last night.
Henry - Mama, do you remember that storm last night?
Mama - Uh huh.
H - Well, there was big normal thunder and damper thunder.
M - What do you mean?
H - Some was big and some was damper.
M - Oh. (still not getting it) Okay sugarbear.
Then Mama remembered what Henry knows of pianos...and their pedals. There are three. One is for softening, one for muting, and one (perhaps his favorite?) for damping or sustaining. Although he isn't quite accurate, Henry believes the one for damping makes the sound of the piano more quiet. Henry was once again using his vocabulary in new and inventive ways, this time to describe the difference between soft thunder and loud thunder.
Or maybe he really meant that some thunder lasts longer than others...hmmm. We'll never know.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sick Quote

We have all been really sick the last few days. Just imagine all the worst parts about having a stomach virus and then multiply it times three. It's pretty pathetic. But just now, another little grain of wisdom seeped out of our lethargic little bean. While laying on the couch he gave a big sigh, looked up at the ceiling, and whispered: "Life really comes to order."
I'm not really sure what that means...to me or to him...but it sure sounded right at the time.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Bean Appreciation Hour
I haven't been blogging much lately due to...well, life. But there are a few stories that I have been mentally archiving so I could someday retell them and relate how cool The Bean really is to me.
1. Wisdom of the blocks
When Henry was about 2 and a few months, he was playing with blocks kind of like the ones above, except his had even more colors like purple and green and black. He was sitting on the floor in the dining room working with them. At first he was making these sort of repetitive motifs with them. He would make one grouping that might be one red with two greens sideways, and a small blue with a large yellow on top, and then he would repeat that motif and make as many of those as the quantity of blocks would allow. I was amazed by this already and watched as he invented one motif after another and made copies. But I wasn't prepared for the most awesome part. His next project was to group them all into like colors, or as he called them "friends". He would pile up the reds and say, "There we go" triumphantly, and move on to the greens and so on. When he got to the end of his project, he realized that for whatever reason, he only had one orange block. He sat quietly for a moment, holding the single block in his hand and looking at all the other blocks with their "friends". He looked back at the orange, and then a tiny half smile slowly crept across his face, eventually becoming a full-tilt grin, at which point he said joyously to the orange block, "It's okay orange, you can be friends with everybody." He then proceeded to take one block from each of all the other color groups and attached them all together to the orange to form one big multicolored group. He seemed content with that and moved on to another project. I was floored yet again by his compassion and tendency to unite instead of divide, and I felt very lucky to be Henry's friend.
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2. Sacrificial Merry-Go-Round
When we were in Kansas City this last Christmas at Toys R' Us we got Henry the now famous drum kit. Since it was technically from Santa we had to find a way to weasel it into the car without Henry noticing. We decided that I would take him to look at one more section while Mama put it into the car and covered it up. After browsing around we went back to the front of the store to wait for Mama to come back, and here we found a merry-go-round much like the one above. Henry really likes to ride these. He asked if he could ride it and I said he couldn't today because I didn't have any money. "Pweeze, pwetty pweeeze Papa", he begged. I just apologized and told him again that I didn't have any money today. "Okay" he said, and stood patiently waiting for Mama. As we were waiting another kid zipped by him, hopped on, and giggled with glee as it spun to life with the drop of the parental quarter. He watched and didn't say anything. The next morning Henry came into our bed early and rolled around snuggling and telling us about his dreams like he loves to do. When I finally got up and started to get dressed he asked, "Where are you going Papa?" "To work" I said. "Why do you have to go to work?" he continued. "Because I have to make money so we can do fun stuff" I replied. "Oh" he said, and got quiet. I watched him thinking for a second and then stood up on the bed. "Papa", he began. "It's okay. I don't really want to ride those horses, so you can stay home with me today." It might have been one of the sweetest things I have ever seen or heard by a human being. He was willing to sacrifice something that he really loved, so that I would stay home and play with him. I have to say, I almost called in to work that day.
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3. Art
Henry takes his art very seriously. He is making so much of it now that we have created "Henry's Art Gallery" in the hallway on the way to his room. Here are pictures of the east and west wings of the gallery as well as a shot of him at work on the front porch. The medium is chalk on plywood. His pre-school teachers tell us that he often spends the most time of anyone in the class on his creations, paying meticulous attention to things like brush strokes, application of color, and glitter distribution. It is very impressive to see him at work. He draws people and animals now too, and he is becoming very interested in using his new scissors and glue stick. And I am happy to say that last week he decided to learn to write his name, so he will now be signing all his pieces.
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4. Music, Dance
The Bean is an avid music lover. Some of his favorites are Johnny Cash, Blitzen Trapper, Bloc Party, Enon, and Squirrel Nut Zippers. It is an amazing thing to watch his nightly improvisational dance moves . He really works up a sweat as he bounces on his matress we put out on the floor in the living room for safety/fun purposes, and is keen to watch himself in a full-length mirror while he wiggles. I think he is perfecting his techiniques. What is even more beautiful to me is his verbal description of how the music makes him feel, or what he believes it to be about. When he hears a sad song, he sometimes says, "Papa, this is a song about someone who can't find their friends and now they are sad to be alone." Or when he hears a song that has a gentle female vocalist he may say, "Papa, this song sounds like a sweet flower in the sun." Or when he hears some rock or hardcore he'll yell, "Papa! This song is about action! Yeah baby!" He also knows his favorite music extremely well. He tells me, "Okay papa, here is where the cymbals come in", and they do, right on key. Or he'll say, "Listen Papa. Now even the birds will start singing," as the female harmonies creep in behind the lead vocals. It's really fun for me to have a new participant in this kind of musical appreciation.
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5. Understanding
One of my favorite moments as a parent and witness to the Bean miracle is the joy of watching him try to describe something that is new to him in his own way. I am generally amazed by how accurate his descriptions are. The other day he was riding with me in the car when we drove by a house that still had Christmas lights up in the trees outside their home. As we slowly passed the house, the lights twinkled intermittenly as they were alternately exposed and hidden by branches and leaves. "See that Papa?" he said. "Yeah, I see it Henry" I said. "That is how my foot feels when it falls asleep." Yup. That's pretty much exactly how a blood-starved appendage feels. Amazing. All I could say was, "Yeah. That's right buddy. Mine too."
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Henry is at a really fun age for me. Spending time with him is one of the greatest joys of my life, and I can feel nothing but appreciation for the things he is teaching me about myself and the world, and the laughter that he brings into my life. There is no such thing as a recession or work politics or environmental woes or late bills in a house with a kid singing in the bathtub while he plays with his toys and yelling out, "Come in here everybody! I'm cooking up some bad soup made of boogers and dirty diapers!" Sweet!

When Henry was about 2 and a few months, he was playing with blocks kind of like the ones above, except his had even more colors like purple and green and black. He was sitting on the floor in the dining room working with them. At first he was making these sort of repetitive motifs with them. He would make one grouping that might be one red with two greens sideways, and a small blue with a large yellow on top, and then he would repeat that motif and make as many of those as the quantity of blocks would allow. I was amazed by this already and watched as he invented one motif after another and made copies. But I wasn't prepared for the most awesome part. His next project was to group them all into like colors, or as he called them "friends". He would pile up the reds and say, "There we go" triumphantly, and move on to the greens and so on. When he got to the end of his project, he realized that for whatever reason, he only had one orange block. He sat quietly for a moment, holding the single block in his hand and looking at all the other blocks with their "friends". He looked back at the orange, and then a tiny half smile slowly crept across his face, eventually becoming a full-tilt grin, at which point he said joyously to the orange block, "It's okay orange, you can be friends with everybody." He then proceeded to take one block from each of all the other color groups and attached them all together to the orange to form one big multicolored group. He seemed content with that and moved on to another project. I was floored yet again by his compassion and tendency to unite instead of divide, and I felt very lucky to be Henry's friend.
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When we were in Kansas City this last Christmas at Toys R' Us we got Henry the now famous drum kit. Since it was technically from Santa we had to find a way to weasel it into the car without Henry noticing. We decided that I would take him to look at one more section while Mama put it into the car and covered it up. After browsing around we went back to the front of the store to wait for Mama to come back, and here we found a merry-go-round much like the one above. Henry really likes to ride these. He asked if he could ride it and I said he couldn't today because I didn't have any money. "Pweeze, pwetty pweeeze Papa", he begged. I just apologized and told him again that I didn't have any money today. "Okay" he said, and stood patiently waiting for Mama. As we were waiting another kid zipped by him, hopped on, and giggled with glee as it spun to life with the drop of the parental quarter. He watched and didn't say anything. The next morning Henry came into our bed early and rolled around snuggling and telling us about his dreams like he loves to do. When I finally got up and started to get dressed he asked, "Where are you going Papa?" "To work" I said. "Why do you have to go to work?" he continued. "Because I have to make money so we can do fun stuff" I replied. "Oh" he said, and got quiet. I watched him thinking for a second and then stood up on the bed. "Papa", he began. "It's okay. I don't really want to ride those horses, so you can stay home with me today." It might have been one of the sweetest things I have ever seen or heard by a human being. He was willing to sacrifice something that he really loved, so that I would stay home and play with him. I have to say, I almost called in to work that day.
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Henry takes his art very seriously. He is making so much of it now that we have created "Henry's Art Gallery" in the hallway on the way to his room. Here are pictures of the east and west wings of the gallery as well as a shot of him at work on the front porch. The medium is chalk on plywood. His pre-school teachers tell us that he often spends the most time of anyone in the class on his creations, paying meticulous attention to things like brush strokes, application of color, and glitter distribution. It is very impressive to see him at work. He draws people and animals now too, and he is becoming very interested in using his new scissors and glue stick. And I am happy to say that last week he decided to learn to write his name, so he will now be signing all his pieces.
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The Bean is an avid music lover. Some of his favorites are Johnny Cash, Blitzen Trapper, Bloc Party, Enon, and Squirrel Nut Zippers. It is an amazing thing to watch his nightly improvisational dance moves . He really works up a sweat as he bounces on his matress we put out on the floor in the living room for safety/fun purposes, and is keen to watch himself in a full-length mirror while he wiggles. I think he is perfecting his techiniques. What is even more beautiful to me is his verbal description of how the music makes him feel, or what he believes it to be about. When he hears a sad song, he sometimes says, "Papa, this is a song about someone who can't find their friends and now they are sad to be alone." Or when he hears a song that has a gentle female vocalist he may say, "Papa, this song sounds like a sweet flower in the sun." Or when he hears some rock or hardcore he'll yell, "Papa! This song is about action! Yeah baby!" He also knows his favorite music extremely well. He tells me, "Okay papa, here is where the cymbals come in", and they do, right on key. Or he'll say, "Listen Papa. Now even the birds will start singing," as the female harmonies creep in behind the lead vocals. It's really fun for me to have a new participant in this kind of musical appreciation.
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5. Understanding
One of my favorite moments as a parent and witness to the Bean miracle is the joy of watching him try to describe something that is new to him in his own way. I am generally amazed by how accurate his descriptions are. The other day he was riding with me in the car when we drove by a house that still had Christmas lights up in the trees outside their home. As we slowly passed the house, the lights twinkled intermittenly as they were alternately exposed and hidden by branches and leaves. "See that Papa?" he said. "Yeah, I see it Henry" I said. "That is how my foot feels when it falls asleep." Yup. That's pretty much exactly how a blood-starved appendage feels. Amazing. All I could say was, "Yeah. That's right buddy. Mine too."
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Henry is at a really fun age for me. Spending time with him is one of the greatest joys of my life, and I can feel nothing but appreciation for the things he is teaching me about myself and the world, and the laughter that he brings into my life. There is no such thing as a recession or work politics or environmental woes or late bills in a house with a kid singing in the bathtub while he plays with his toys and yelling out, "Come in here everybody! I'm cooking up some bad soup made of boogers and dirty diapers!" Sweet!
The Choo Choo Birdhouse
Henry and I made our first birdhouse together last week and hung it up yesterday. I wanted to start building birdhouses for a few reasons. 1. I want to listen to them chirping and singing in the mornings outside my window on the weekends. 2. I feel like I need to replace the habitat they lost when I took down the birdhouses that the people left that lived here before us and when I repaired the eave that had birds living in it. 3. I wanted Henry and I to have a project together that he had a lot of say in how it came together so he could feel something going from an idea to reality under his own power. The shape of this birdhouse and the color scheme were totally his ideas.





The finished product: A psychedelic choo choo-shaped Ritz Carlton for our winged friends. The entrance is in the front of the boiler and they sort of hop through the foyer which leads to another hole where the main living area is in the cab part. New to the market, very sturdy, and very spacious. Amenities include an extended landing platform, air-tight waterproof insulation, and a smoke stack that holds birdseed.






Friday, February 13, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Valentines


Sunday, February 08, 2009
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Laying down with Henry
Mama
Yes Henry
My babies are in my tummy tonight, just like when I was a baby in your tummy.
Okay Henry. Everybody needs to go to sleep.
Mama
Yes Henry
One of my babies is kicking and dancing just like I did when I was a baby in your tummy.
Okay baby. Stop playing with your buddies and go to sleep.
Mama
Yes
You make me happy and laugh when you toot in the car and Papa covers his nose with his shirt and opens the windows.
It makes me laugh too Henry. Okay. No more talking.
Mama
Uh-huh
Papa also makes me happy when he dances back and forth by the door while I play my drums.
I know Baby. Go to sleep.
Mama
Yes
What would happen if I took a star from the sky and put it in a box?
What do you think would happen?
I think it would light up the box like a lightbulb.
Me too. Goodnight.
Mama
Why aren’t you sleeping?
Mama
Yes Henry
I am a superstar at my school
Okay. I am going to go in the other room if you don’t lie quietly and sleep.
Mama.
No more talking Henry.
But Mama
Henry, I am serious. It is time to sleep.
But Mama
Yes
I pooped.
Yes Henry
My babies are in my tummy tonight, just like when I was a baby in your tummy.
Okay Henry. Everybody needs to go to sleep.
Mama
Yes Henry
One of my babies is kicking and dancing just like I did when I was a baby in your tummy.
Okay baby. Stop playing with your buddies and go to sleep.
Mama
Yes
You make me happy and laugh when you toot in the car and Papa covers his nose with his shirt and opens the windows.
It makes me laugh too Henry. Okay. No more talking.
Mama
Uh-huh
Papa also makes me happy when he dances back and forth by the door while I play my drums.
I know Baby. Go to sleep.
Mama
Yes
What would happen if I took a star from the sky and put it in a box?
What do you think would happen?
I think it would light up the box like a lightbulb.
Me too. Goodnight.
Mama
Why aren’t you sleeping?
Mama
Yes Henry
I am a superstar at my school
Okay. I am going to go in the other room if you don’t lie quietly and sleep.
Mama.
No more talking Henry.
But Mama
Henry, I am serious. It is time to sleep.
But Mama
Yes
I pooped.
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Baby
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
dance
all he needs is a cleared off mattress and some music. the double finger point is my favorite move.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Week 2
So many people have been asking about Henry's preschool and I have been very bad about responding to your emails...sorry guys. He does love it and there are a lot of ways that friends and family can get involved (including a 5K run in the spring...) and I promise to write you all back and give more details than I have given on the blog just for privacy sake.
I had one of my first official "parent of a school age child" moments on Tuesday when I had to call the school to tell them that Henry was sick and not coming to school. It was very funny to be the one calling in. I can't tell you the number of times I dreamed about being able to do that for myself in high school. My friends and I would call each other to practice our Mom's voices just in case we ever got up the courage to call in sick. I never did. Anyway. Everyone said "Oh he is going to get sick a lot when he starts because he has not spent much time around other kids” and we pooh-poohed saying that we would wash his hands a lot or claiming that all the green leafy veggies would protect him…One week in and he already has his first cold. It’s not a bad cold but I did spend most of the weekend on fever patrol (basically getting up every hour to check his forehead, decide that it is hot and then attempt to take his temperature without waking him and then waking him up and getting grumped at from the kid (and from the husband) then defending myself with claims that he had a high fever but then refusing to give him any medicine because I hate medicating him). The snot situation was so excessive on Tuesday that I decided he should not go to school. It was funny, I called the teacher and then Henry came over and grabbed the phone as said “Miss Murray (not his teachers name but the name of a teacher from one of his books) um yeah dis is Henry. I am sick on dis day and cannot come to school but I will come again on Saturday.” His teacher was a good sport about it. I think I’ll ask her tomorrow if that was the first time that a kid actually called himself in and then made arrangements to make up the day over the weekend :)
But the really great part about Henry missing school was that we got to spend Tuesday morning playing with his trains in the living room while watching the inauguration of our 44th president. Thrilling! I did learn that it is very hard to explain to a 3 year old why it is that you are crying because you are happy. Henry checked on me several times through out the morning “Is you sad Mama or is you happy? Do you need a hug? It’s okay Mama. Don’t be sad. Here you can nuzzle with puppy.”
Henry is asking so many questions these days, it is really fun and sometimes quite a challenge. Like a few weeks ago when he asked “Why do people eat animals?” To which I responded “Let’s ask Papa.” :) Yesterday morning he asked me what a buffalo looks like, what it means to eject something, what does the president do, why do babies live in the Mama’s tummy, why is it not good to stick your finger in your eye, what are belly buttons used for and how come birds fly south for the winter. Good stuff. Kids pick up on so much. But I have to say the best was this morning when I took Henry’s old car seat out of the car and replaced it with a new booster seat and Henry told us, without any prompting, “Now we can put dis old car seat here for my little brodder who is a baby.”
I had one of my first official "parent of a school age child" moments on Tuesday when I had to call the school to tell them that Henry was sick and not coming to school. It was very funny to be the one calling in. I can't tell you the number of times I dreamed about being able to do that for myself in high school. My friends and I would call each other to practice our Mom's voices just in case we ever got up the courage to call in sick. I never did. Anyway. Everyone said "Oh he is going to get sick a lot when he starts because he has not spent much time around other kids” and we pooh-poohed saying that we would wash his hands a lot or claiming that all the green leafy veggies would protect him…One week in and he already has his first cold. It’s not a bad cold but I did spend most of the weekend on fever patrol (basically getting up every hour to check his forehead, decide that it is hot and then attempt to take his temperature without waking him and then waking him up and getting grumped at from the kid (and from the husband) then defending myself with claims that he had a high fever but then refusing to give him any medicine because I hate medicating him). The snot situation was so excessive on Tuesday that I decided he should not go to school. It was funny, I called the teacher and then Henry came over and grabbed the phone as said “Miss Murray (not his teachers name but the name of a teacher from one of his books) um yeah dis is Henry. I am sick on dis day and cannot come to school but I will come again on Saturday.” His teacher was a good sport about it. I think I’ll ask her tomorrow if that was the first time that a kid actually called himself in and then made arrangements to make up the day over the weekend :)
But the really great part about Henry missing school was that we got to spend Tuesday morning playing with his trains in the living room while watching the inauguration of our 44th president. Thrilling! I did learn that it is very hard to explain to a 3 year old why it is that you are crying because you are happy. Henry checked on me several times through out the morning “Is you sad Mama or is you happy? Do you need a hug? It’s okay Mama. Don’t be sad. Here you can nuzzle with puppy.”
Henry is asking so many questions these days, it is really fun and sometimes quite a challenge. Like a few weeks ago when he asked “Why do people eat animals?” To which I responded “Let’s ask Papa.” :) Yesterday morning he asked me what a buffalo looks like, what it means to eject something, what does the president do, why do babies live in the Mama’s tummy, why is it not good to stick your finger in your eye, what are belly buttons used for and how come birds fly south for the winter. Good stuff. Kids pick up on so much. But I have to say the best was this morning when I took Henry’s old car seat out of the car and replaced it with a new booster seat and Henry told us, without any prompting, “Now we can put dis old car seat here for my little brodder who is a baby.”
Friday, January 16, 2009
Week 1
Henry’s first week at preschool went really well. He has a couple minor issues regarding how to play with other kids. But his teachers tell us that he is a good listener so they think they he will learn those social skills quickly. He also had a little trouble with sitting still during circle time but, again, listened well and followed instructions when the teacher told him her expectations. On Thursday I came to pick him up and Miss Stephanie told me that Henry had some great dance moves. Apparently they were singing in circle time and Henry hopped up and said “you wanna see some moves? Yook at dis.” And then he proceeded to shake, kick and jump around like only a 3 year old boy can do. After the impromptu performance Miss Stephanie said “Henry you are a great dancer. You are funny too, making everyone laugh.” And Henry said “Yeah. I crack myself up.” His teacher described the kids in his class as “a gentle, mellow group” I am thinking that our little bean is going to shake things up a bit.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Bittersweet
Henry lost his pants in the parking lot of the grocery store yesterday. He was holding our hands, jumping up and down, and singing a make-up song about losing his pants as we hiked across the very busy parking lot in the freezing cold. When we got close to the street in front of the store I looked down to make sure I had a good grip on his hand and noticed that his pants were down to his ankles. I yanked up his pants and we all cracked up (along with the other 2 couples walking behind us).
He starts preschool on Tuesday. Wade attended our first official parent/teacher meeting last week. We felt very grown up and, for me at least, a little strange to be on this end of it. I still remember being the student discussed in those meetings. Plus I can't believe he is 3. Everyone tells you this, but you never really understand it until you go through it---they grow up so fast. I can't believe we have a school-age child among us. Wasn't he learning to hold his head up just last week or something? :)
His school is a community preschool with a lot of parental involvement. We get to spend one day each month in the classroom helping the teachers. We get to bring lots of snacks and participate in several fund raisers and serve on a committee. The school wants the parents to bring their own talents to the classroom so I am sure that Wade will spend some time with the kids and his guitar and I plan on making some tasty treats and doing some fun craft projects with the kids also. We are excited for Henry to make some friends and are hoping that we make some new friends also.
Henry's Nana will be happy to know that he put his birthday money to good use last weekend. We went to Build a Bear and Henry picked a light brown bear to build. He waited in line patiently to stuff his bear and then had a pretty good time picking out an outfit for his new bear. Aunt Susie bought him some checkered shoes and a guitar. Grandpa bought the bear some shorts. And, since this present was from Nana and Nana has been such a big support for Henry as he potty trained (she supplied all of his diapers for the first year of his life and then bought Henry his potty) we bought the bear a pair of big boy underpants to celebrate Henry's new, diaper free, life!
Let's see, what other Henry tid-bits do I have to share? He loves his drums. He is able to thump out the rhythms of a few of his favorite songs and can hit his snare drum so hard that it makes my ears ring. :) He has started describing music by how it makes him feel. He'll say "This is song is sad" or "This song makes me feel frustrated". He still spends some time nearly every day building and playing with his train set. Mostly finding new and more elaborate ways for the trains to crash into each other. In fact he just made a crash and is right now telling me that the crash is called "Dump truck all the sudden smashing the bumper of a blue train." Then he says "Yook at dis crash, Mama. Do you want to see dis?" I better go have a look. It sounds serious.
He starts preschool on Tuesday. Wade attended our first official parent/teacher meeting last week. We felt very grown up and, for me at least, a little strange to be on this end of it. I still remember being the student discussed in those meetings. Plus I can't believe he is 3. Everyone tells you this, but you never really understand it until you go through it---they grow up so fast. I can't believe we have a school-age child among us. Wasn't he learning to hold his head up just last week or something? :)
His school is a community preschool with a lot of parental involvement. We get to spend one day each month in the classroom helping the teachers. We get to bring lots of snacks and participate in several fund raisers and serve on a committee. The school wants the parents to bring their own talents to the classroom so I am sure that Wade will spend some time with the kids and his guitar and I plan on making some tasty treats and doing some fun craft projects with the kids also. We are excited for Henry to make some friends and are hoping that we make some new friends also.
Henry's Nana will be happy to know that he put his birthday money to good use last weekend. We went to Build a Bear and Henry picked a light brown bear to build. He waited in line patiently to stuff his bear and then had a pretty good time picking out an outfit for his new bear. Aunt Susie bought him some checkered shoes and a guitar. Grandpa bought the bear some shorts. And, since this present was from Nana and Nana has been such a big support for Henry as he potty trained (she supplied all of his diapers for the first year of his life and then bought Henry his potty) we bought the bear a pair of big boy underpants to celebrate Henry's new, diaper free, life!
Let's see, what other Henry tid-bits do I have to share? He loves his drums. He is able to thump out the rhythms of a few of his favorite songs and can hit his snare drum so hard that it makes my ears ring. :) He has started describing music by how it makes him feel. He'll say "This is song is sad" or "This song makes me feel frustrated". He still spends some time nearly every day building and playing with his train set. Mostly finding new and more elaborate ways for the trains to crash into each other. In fact he just made a crash and is right now telling me that the crash is called "Dump truck all the sudden smashing the bumper of a blue train." Then he says "Yook at dis crash, Mama. Do you want to see dis?" I better go have a look. It sounds serious.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
Henry is hard to catch these days. He is a blurr in almost every photo I take. And he looks way too much like a little boy. (If you don't believe me scroll down to the last picture in this group. Be prepared.) I tried really hard to capture his excitment and joy this Christmas in a photograph and I couldn't get one. But he had a great Christmas. I hope you all did as well. Happy 2009!
Santa brought a CD player for Henry. Henry loves music and he also loves books on CD.

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