it started as a blog about henry alberto alvarado, aka enrique, the child formerly known as beef.
he's my kid. he's new. he's cool. he's swell. he's the cutest darn thing this side of the nile river. which side? both sides.
But...He's got competition now. And her name is Sofi Sue.
Exhibit A - So, Henry loves being contrary (when I say yes, he'll say NO; when I say no, he'll say YES). I asked him why he is so contrary
Henry: "I'm no contary. I'm a boy!"
Exhibit 2 - They Might Be Giants - Ok, so they might be giants has an awesome album out for kids called Here Comes Science. I highly recommend it, even if you don't have kids. However, the song that Henry is currently obsessed with is Spider from their 1992 album Apollo 18 (the song also appears in a different version on their 1998 Severe Tire Damage album - he seems to love both versions without preference.) He spent about 25 minutes in our front room listening to the two versions of the song on repeat. That was quite satisfactory to him.
c - eating brownies...Last Monday, henry and I are having a "special treat."
Henry: "PAPI!!! There's chocolate chips in here!!!" Also, "I love chocolate chips in my mouth!"
Pointing at a picture of a giraffe, Henry and I have this conversation...
Henry: cock-a-yoo Tim: What?!?! Henry: its a cock-a-yoo Tim: I think its a giraffe Henry: maybe a Cock-a-yoo Tim: Well...maybe its a cock-a-yoo, but I'm pretty sure its a giraffe. Henry: maybe cock-a-yoo. Tim: yes, maybe...but, WHAT is a cock-a-yoo?? Henry: giraffe Tim: ... ... ...
So, Henry and I are just sitting here on the couch listening to some music when Henry decides the time is ripe to drive his car all over my face. This wasn't quite my idea of a good time and I let him know that with a stern look and a threat to take away the car if he couldn't stop on his own. He WAS able to stop on his own, but promptly said "kiss papi!" and gave me a kiss. I smiled and thanked him, and he said "feel happy." I told him that I did in fact feel happy and thanked him again. He told me "Henny happy, too." Then he reached over and grabbed the remote control and said "mote. Henny happy." Henny totally makes me happy.
ok, so these are actually two completely different stories, but I'm thinking of them now, so I will tell them both. Please note how each story involves a favorite food of mine.
1st - ¡Oh No Paco!
So, let's start out by saying that Henry is not allowed to use the computer. He likes to see stuff happening on the monitor, but has no concept of how to make stuff happen. He understands that his mommy and papa grab this small hand-held thing and make lots of clicky noises, and so, naturally, he loves to copy that if he can. This means that I'll come back to the computer to find 48 different programs that I've never even used are open, there's new stuff on my desktop that wasn't there before, and other things that make me less than pleased. And Henry KNOWS that he's not allowed to use the computer, so he will jump at the opportunity any time that he realizes that we've left the door to that room open.
Now, a few weeks ago (may have been a bit longer than that), Henry was taking such an opportunity while I was away in the kitchen. From a distance, I hear THE giggle. The giggle that proves that he is fully aware that he is doing something that he shouldn't be and knows that he's getting away with it. I start walking towards the TV/Computer room. He hears me, starts screeching and mashing the mouse buttons like mad. I stick my head in the room, "Whatcha doing, Henry?"
Henry loves ice cream. I love ice cream, too. I don't trust anyone who doesn't love ice cream. So, as Henry and I were walking to the library on Monday, we saw the owner of The Brown Cow Ice Cream Parlor (best ice cream ever). Instantly, I thought - Henry and I need to go get some ice cream after we return our books.
So, we did. I didn't tell Henry this, I wanted it to be a surprise. As we walk up to the store front, Henry yells out "ICE CREAM!" I was surprised at this, wondering how he knew that's where we were, but whatever. He was excited about ice cream, and really, so was I.
We get our ice cream, sit down at the table (I put Henry in a regular chair instead of a high chair), and he just wouldn't stay put. He'd get a bite of ice cream, then try to jump off the chair. I'd remind him that he needed to sit if he wanted more ice cream (to which he's say "more ice cream please papa" and would get back in the seat). But after a few minutes (and a few more times of me insisting that he sit), he looks at me and says "all done ice cream. toys," clearly indicating the play area in the corner of the shop.
Who is the child that didn't want to eat his ice cream? Putting toys over ice cream? What is this nonsense? I wasn't TOO bummed about it, cause that just meant more for me, but I feel that this is cause for concern.
Oh, and Henry can say his name now. "Henny. Berto. Rado."
Henry is the proud owner of 7 pairs of of Thomas underwear and 7 pairs of Cars (the disney movie) underwear. Henry decided today to pee in his potty on 3 separate occaisions.
1st, after he and I took a trip on the train to nowhere in particular---after we got home, he peed in the potty.
Then, after his nap, he peed in the potty. We put him in a pair of his new underwear and went to our weekly Concert in the Park in Oak Park (sure that he would have an accident and that we'd need to change him in to a diaper pretty soon). But no. He stayed entirely dry for about 3 hours, then when we got home, peed in the potty again!
Within about 3 minutes of that, he had an accident and peed all over his Thomas underpants. But, still...His 1st 3 pees in the potty all today!
So, this morning Henry and I were sitting on the couch, talking about whatever we were talking about. I was kinda slouchy so had some stomach sticking out. Henry looks over at me, pats my tummy, and says Hi Baby. I'm pretty sure that we've had Henry acknowledge his prenatal cousins the same way. Clearly need to get on my bike a little bit more.
Interestingly, Henry has definitely figured out the opposite pair of Up and Down. After yesterday's "tree up cool" conversation, we talked about up and down. It ended with henry holding a car over his head, shouting UP, then putting it down on the bed and saying DOWN. So smart. :)
So, this little boy is quickly turning in to a big boy, and is decidedly not a baby anymore. Henry loves running around the house and screaming is head off. He's got so many words now, it's hard to keep track of what he can say. He says Mommy, Papa, Hi, Bye, More, capi (coffee), shoes, tweet, gabo (which means gargoyle), cracker, cup, bowl, agua, cow, moo, car, bus, foof (like a dog says foof).
He totally tries to sing the alphabet song, which doesn't work out quite like how you and I know the alphabet song, but he thinks it's great.
This morning I called home from work to see how things were going, and instead of hearing Molly answer the phone, I hear "HI! Papi!! HI!!" Molly has a sore throat & has lost her voice, so I can only assume that she put Henry in charge of the phone.
We've gotten a membership to Brookfield Zoo and Henry got a cool sandtable to play with in our backyard.
Easter was fun. The week before, our Park District had an Easter egg hunt. Molly had plans, but Henry and I went. Of course, we forgot to bring a basket. Whoops. When we got there, there were a ton of those bright plastic easter eggs and little mini chocolate foil wrapped eggs. Henry took one look, exclaimed "BALL!!" and started picking them up and throwing them. He soon realized that other kids were picking them up and collecting them in baskets, so he started helping them. He'd pick up an egg and stick it in the nearest kid's basket. As time went on, he started trying to take the baskets away from the other kids. Super goofy kid.
The easter bunny was fun. Just look at the pictures...
was going to put some pictures in this post, but I'm tired and need to sleep. check out the pictures in henry's photo album "Henry is Cuterer" by clicking the link at the top of the page.