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Sunday, January 31, 2010

Feeling Blue?

Henry is.


All he needed was 5 minutes on Friday morning while Mommy took a phone call for work to fashion himself a fetching blue Van Dyke while he sat at the counter with his (thankfully washable) markers.

He also fell asleep on his Digger book later that evening.



Meanwhile Miller continues to charm with his blue eyes, open mouth, and winning smile.




Then on Sunday afternoon Miller let loose with a stream of chatter that I'd never heard before. There's just a small sampling of it in this video but this went on for a good ten minutes. If anyone has any interpretations we'd be happy to hear them.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Some Short Stories

The other night I read a book to Henry before we went upstairs for bath time. Each page had a truck on it and we discussed the things that each particular truck did. One page featured a rescue helicopter (instead of a truck) hovering over water, dangling a rope down toward a guy stranded near his partially submerged boat, with a couple guys in the bay of the helicopter peering down at the rescue.

After his bath, while I was drying Henry off he described in detail how if he was hurt, the chopper would come, and he would pull the rope and it would take him to the hospital. We didn't really discuss any of that during his bath, so this came a good hour later after we had looked at the helicopter, but something about it really must have stuck with him.

The other night while Ali was giving Miller his bath upstairs, I sat with Henry in the kitchen and gave him his dinner. I asked him if he wanted to listen to some music while we ate. He said, "yes," and requested, "Frosty the Snowman." I have some Christmas music on my iPod, (you never know when it will come in handy) so I played Frosty the Snowman for him (first the Darlene Love version off Phil Spector's Christmas album, then Willie Nelson's version), and then it went into a Vince Guaraldi song from the Peanuts Christmas show. Within a few notes from Vince Guaraldi's piano Henry said, "the Snoopy song!" Mind you, this isn't the theme music for Snoopy, this is one of the songs just from that Christmas special.

Then this morning as we were reviewing our letters on his wooden blocks, Mommy used some of the letters to build words for him. "B-A-R. That spells Bar, Henry" Henry repeated "Bar," and then said, "like, Barb Ditty?" (A relative of Poppa's in Minnesota whom he met once, but whose name he loves).

All of these little stories amaze us. And he has a new one or two of these every day. He's getting really smart. Very perceptive. His memory is better, he ties things together and references stuff you think he would have forgotten.

And yes, the irony of this post coming so soon after a post about Henry picking his nose and then walking over and handing it to me isn't lost on me. Not one bit.

As for Miller, he's tremendously cute and he's smiling more. What's funny is that many times you'll notice that he's smiling at you even if you were not looking at or engaging with him directly. He's just a happy, chunky little guy.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Flying Baby

Hey, whatever gets the laughs.



Which, as Mommy found out, can be a very simple thing to do if you've got a (half-naked drooling) baby, a mirror, and an imagination.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

The Boys

Henry discovered ice skating this week. But it's not what you think. To Henry, ice skating involves spinning around on his feet on the floor til he gets dizzy and falls over. While he does it he yells, "look at me! look at me!" Then when his head is spinning and he's trying to stand up he says, "why is the room moving?!"

It's funny to watch, but also frightening because he's been enjoying it a little too much. We're worried he's going to crash into the floor and hurt himself, but it would appear he will have to learn that lesson the hard way because once he gets going he won't listen to us to either stop or even to move over to the rug and do it there which would cushion his fall.

Here's a video of Miller from the other night. He's just doing his three and a half month thing, laying on his mat, grabbing at his toys, talking to Daddy and being impossibly cute.



Here's a video on his new recorder from Aunt Jessie. He plays for Miller's enjoyment, as close as possible to Miller so he's sure he'll really enjoy it. In fact he'll even play with the recorder on Miller to help enhance his appreciation for those dulcet tones.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

"Here Daddy, This Is For You"

"Here Daddy. This is for you," Henry said as he walked over to me the other night. I was sitting on the couch and he was holding out his hand with something for me. He was kind of rolling something between his fingers, so I held out my hand to receive the present he had for me.

Some present.

"Is that a booger?" I asked.

"Yeah, it came from my nose," was his reply as he deposited it into my outstretched hand.

Thanks, Henry!

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Now on to some videos.

Henry used to love all vehicles, then it was just trucks, then it was just construction trucks, then it was just backhoe diggers, and now, for some reason he's fixated on blue backhoe diggers. This has both its advantages and disadvantages. It's an advantage because he instantly loves any story with a blue backhoe digger. This can be especially advantageous if the story happens to have a moral about trucks listening to their mothers or not hitting. But it can be a disadvantage if you're driving in the car with him and he isn't seeing a blue backhoe digger every 100 yards.



Henry Jay can count. Sorta. Getting to 13 is simple, provided he's got a mouth full of his pumpkin pancakes and he's swinging his fork like a nunchuk. After that it's all 19s and 14s for some reason. He can do his alphabet too, at least in song form, just not on camera I guess.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

"I Have a Big Problem"

Yesterday we attended Liam's second birthday party. To ensure that Henry wouldn't be jealous of all of Liam's new presents and unwrapping we bought him a Richard Scarry book to help keep him occupied. He loved it.

Though there was plenty to do at the party, and plenty of diversions, he continued to go back to his new book and either he'd flip through it a bit, or someone would turn a couple pages with him, but there was too much going on to really sit down and read it with him.

Well once we left the party and were driving home, Henry asked if we could read it to him, but with both of us in front seats it was impossible. He clutched the book the entire drive home and when we were all of 2 minutes from home he announced to us from the backseat, "I have a big problem. I want to read the book right now. Will you teach me how?"

2 years and 4 months, and he wants us to teach him to read. May his thirst for knowledge only grow from here.

And in case people thought we forgot about Miller, au contraire!



Sunday, January 3, 2010

More Music and Dancing

Henry Jay loves playing his new flute.



Editor's note: The bird that we're referring to in the clip was a plastic bird call toy he was playing with at Ya-ya's house. You fill it with water and blow into it and it made a bird call.

He also loves dancing to Christmas carols in any language



Henry Jay has also been destroying snowmen with his tennis racket and walking in the muddy part of the yard,




getting a mohawk in the bathtub.



And here's a pic from my phone of HJ on the couch at Christmas

Happy New Year



We rang in the new year over at our friends the Negrons. We had a dance party before we put the kids to bed.



Pray that in the new year you don't turn into a cantaloupe. I was giving Henry his third serving of cantaloupe for dessert last night when I asked him if he ever worried about turning into a cantaloupe. "No," he said, "you!" "Well," I asked him, "if I turned into a cantaloupe, would you eat me?" Yes!! You, and Miller and Miller and Mommy. I eat you!"

We were also cleaning out some closets yesterday and came across our old Halloween costumes. Fun with wigs ensued.