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Saturday, March 28, 2009

Henry's Shoe? Size 22.

We're back home from Florida and Henry's up to his old tricks - trying on Yaya's (Grandma Iris's) shoes. They're not really size 22, they just look that way on Henry's feet.


It's nice to be back but we really do miss our place down in Florida. Where would Henry rather be? He points there! Or over there!



Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Florida on St. Patty's Day

Though the weather wasn't great this afternoon we still made it out onto the boardwalk for a walk, and some more strawberry ice cream.


The wind picked up and it got cloudy so things cooled down quite a bit and we headed inside for entertainment. First Henry played with some of the toys down here. We were able to repair the truck.



Then Iris taught Henry how to do an Irish jig. St Patty' Day style. Henry could not have enjoyed that little lesson any more.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Spring Training

There are few things HJ enjoys more than taking in a spring training game down in Florida during his vacation.




But strawberry ice cream is a close second.



Florida has been wonderful. So relaxing, and Henry loves it. We took him to the beach yesterday morning and he was fascinated with the sand. All he wanted to do was pick it up, clutch it in his hands, and then throw it at the water as if he was trying to beat back the tiny little gulf waves. Today we went to the ballgame, and then we got some time down by the pool in the afternoon. Henry loved the pool just as much as he loved the beach. All he wanted to do was splash and try to swim. That, and try to drink the water. Just to keep us on our toes.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Next Stop: Florida


Next time you hear from us we'll be posting from the beach in lovely Fort Meyers Florida thanks to Yaya and Grandpa Jay's Christmas present to the whole family.

Yup, this cool cat is saying sayonara to his winter jacket so he can go build sandcastles and swim with Daddy in the Gulf.

Yay!!

Friday, March 6, 2009

Do I hear sirens?

Yes. Of course I do. Because that is how police officers travel. Especially when they get a 911 call from an almost 18-month old baby speaking gibberish.

Allow me to explain.

Henry, or 'Buster' as I like to call him when appropriate (which is pretty much always), was playing with the phone Thursday morning - which he loves to do. Pressing buttons, walking around the house, pretending to talk to... whoever he's pretending to talk to. Only THIS time, Henry succeeded in pressing 9, then 1, followed by another 1, followed by 'talk.' 911 dispatch answered and they didn't get much of an intelligible reply. Fast forward 60 seconds and there's a very surprised and apologetic Ali speaking with an Oak Park police officer at the front door.

My Oak Park taxes at work ladies and gentlemen! When you're gonna make your first phone call you might as well get something out of the deal, why not a visit from Oak Park's finest?

Henry also likes to sit on the stairs now. Bottom step only.