tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45260101154599457282024-03-12T18:27:28.135-05:00Henry Alberto Alvarado, the kid formerly known as Beef, and his kid sister Sofia Suzanne Alvaradoit 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.timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17763163662441632275noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-84906735433241325152016-03-10T21:29:00.004-06:002016-03-10T21:29:45.261-06:00Chickens<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Yep. Chickens.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-30002281454904350132012-06-27T21:42:00.001-05:002012-06-27T22:51:08.453-05:00Voice mail from SofiSue<div>I got an awesome message from my SofiSue today<br />
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Reminds me of this awesome message that I got from Henry 3 years ago.<br />
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Here's some recent cuteness of my kiddos.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dinosaur / Volcano Mural</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hiding spot at Unity Temple</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Exhaustion</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yay for eating outside!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Give Peas a Chance!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sleepy boy</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You wouldn't know it here, but Sofi HATEs getting her hair washed</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">corn!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">awesome hat</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Soccer</td></tr>
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-18830653906135417122012-01-15T13:22:00.002-06:002012-01-15T13:26:48.659-06:00Today at the Shedd<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">Took the kids to the Shedd Aquarium today for a free day. Right before I took the 2nd pic, I pointed out Shedd Employee and told Henry that if he had any questions about the fish, he could ask her. He walked, quite determined, up to her, grabbed her by the hand, and dragged her to the Japanese Spider Crab's tank to ask what it was. They then talked about the spider crab for a good 5 minutes before she could get away to talk to other patrons.</span></div><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 478px; " src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ew0dv0FK4RM/TxL3sAbwd8I/AAAAAAAAGpw/m1gZUIdCmV4/s800/IMAG0934.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UEyOy1wiwR4/TxL4kwM2IhI/AAAAAAAAGp8/f9M2Mj7xkgk/s512/IMAG0935.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 512px; " /><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-22007821412360859982012-01-13T19:20:00.002-06:002012-01-13T19:24:50.298-06:00Henry speaks out about Sweet and Sour ChickenHenry (holding up a piece of SnS Chicken w/o the Sns: "Is this the chicken's knee?"<br /><br />Me: "No, it's chicken breast"<br /><br />Henry: "Is this bumpy part the chicken's nipple?"<br /><br />Molly: "No, Henry, chicken's don't have nipples."<br /><br />Henry: "What's a nipple?!"<br /><br />At this point I completely lose my head and start cracking up. I'm not sure that we ever resolved Henry's nipple query.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-59712484648189456892011-11-22T19:14:00.003-06:002011-11-22T19:19:36.299-06:00Funny Kid Stuff that I heard recentlyAt bed time, tucking him in, going in for the goodnight kiss...<br />Henry: Do you have a cough?<br />Me: A little bit<br />Henry: Well, I'm afraid that you might cough on me, so maybe I will just kiss your cheek. I don't want you to cough on me because you might give me your cough <br /><br />Please note that Henry gave me his cough.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-77474339502506203982011-09-26T21:56:00.003-05:002011-09-26T22:11:48.409-05:00My Child the Shoplifter<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-k43znxcH4pE/Tn4yHA1AJEI/AAAAAAAAD6U/4kiyexltUlc/s512/IMAG0362.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Molly took the kids grocery shopping today. The kids were riding in one of those big car carts that take up the whole aisle. Sofi was riding in the car part, closest to the ground, and Henry was riding in the traditional cart seat.<div><br /></div><div>All was well, they got some pizza, soup, fruit, veggies, doughnuts from the bakery (yum!), milk, oj, and all sorts of other things you would expect to get from the grocery store. All was going well until, while Molly was loading the groceries in to the car, Henry asked, "What does Sofi have?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, being so close to the ground, which also made her be a bit out of sight, Sofi realized that she was at the perfect height to reach out and grab candy from those troublesome shelves at the checkout lines. What did she find? Rolos. And she destroyed them.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, nearly 4 years into fatherhood, I can proudly say that my daughter is a shoplifter.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, and remember when Sofi loved sitting on the potty the other day?</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, here she is super pleased to have made some pee pee in the potty. (she even looks guilty, doesn't she?!?)</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-k43znxcH4pE/Tn4yHA1AJEI/AAAAAAAAD6U/4kiyexltUlc/s512/IMAG0362.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 512px; " /></div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-35726665475422766822011-09-22T17:46:00.004-05:002011-09-22T21:29:49.453-05:00Sofi and the Potty<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LUe7btSOSxw/TnvsoxqjB5I/AAAAAAAAD5U/n1RvAoSQIGs/s800/IMAG0331.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-016GfBGHoHg/Tnuz6X41TxI/AAAAAAAAD4U/bK1-P0d8UEc/s512/IMAG0355.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 512px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-016GfBGHoHg/Tnuz6X41TxI/AAAAAAAAD4U/bK1-P0d8UEc/s512/IMAG0355.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span style="text-align: left; ">Molly and I took the kids to the DuPage Children's Museum on Sunday. As I expected, we had a blast. During the visit, Sofia needed a diaper change, so I took her to the family bathroom.</span></div><div><p>What makes it a "family" bathroom, you ask? It has two toilets. One like any other you'd expect to see in a public restroom, and another identical to the first, just about a 1/3 of the size. </p><p>Well, Sofi fell in love with that mini-potty immediately and promptly tried to sit on it. I helped her out of her diaper and sat her on that little potty and she was just as happy as can be. All seemed fine, so I moved over 3 feet to the diaper changing table to get her diaper ready.</p><p>As I'm assembling the cloth diaper, I hear a weird half shriek, half grunt. As I casually look over, I see my sweet little girl folded in half stuck in the potty butt-first, legs dangling, arms flapping, and generally looking perturbed. </p><p>I scooped her up and her little bottom is just dripping with toilet water. Her first potty experience was not the best. </p><p>However, today she got her very own potty and was eager to sit on it.</p><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;">Also, she sure likes mac n cheese</div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3g_YjeLY2kw/TnvGrUu2vLI/AAAAAAAAD4o/xjK0qrs-YU0/s512/IMAG0358.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 512px; " /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just look at these cute kiddos</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LUe7btSOSxw/TnvsoxqjB5I/AAAAAAAAD5U/n1RvAoSQIGs/s800/IMAG0331.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-40373075928878068972011-07-26T17:44:00.001-05:002011-07-26T17:44:56.559-05:00Not really a post about my kids, but I don't want them to have to deal with breast cancer...<div><a href="https://secure3.convio.net/npt/site/Donation2?df_id=3082&FR_ID=1611&PROXY_ID=1289825&PROXY_TYPE=20&outreachid=80NNy67pA16T-tXi5PxcyAc5cFYqpqia"><img border="0" alt="Help me reach my goal for the Susan G. Komen AChicago 3-Day for the Cure!" title="Help me reach my goal for the Susan G. Komen AChicago 3-Day for the Cure!" src="http://www.the3day.org/site/DynImg/3fzjS-RKx1PVLxEqkPZbRRpe_PhgSsEz.jpg"/></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-60931244998597336382010-11-06T20:01:00.002-05:002010-11-06T20:48:08.702-05:00Car with Wings?So, Henry and I were in the car on our way to the grocery store to pick a few things up. He was talking and I wasn't really paying attention to him. I thought I heard, "car with wings," so I asked him what he was saying. Here's our conversation from there:<div><br /></div><div>Henry: After we go to the grocery store we will go to another store and buy wings for our car. Then we will put the wings on the car. We will sew the wings on the car. And then our car will be able to fly!</div><div>Me: Really?!</div><div>Henry: Yes. And we will go to another store to buy the wings</div><div>Me: That sounds like a great idea, but I don't think we can do that today.</div><div>Henry: Because we don't know where we can find wings for our car?</div><div>Me: That's right. I don't know where we would go for wings for our car.</div><div>Henry: Maybe another store will have wings for the car.</div><div>Me: Maybe</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-58663266939025679082010-09-13T22:04:00.001-05:002010-09-13T22:05:01.742-05:00Henry makes Sofi Laugh<div>I love how Sofi loves looking at her big brother and how Henry loves the attention that he's getting from her.</div><div><br /></div><div>They're totally my favorites.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/BVhAuFDl75k/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BVhAuFDl75k?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BVhAuFDl75k?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-4782210869278785082010-08-10T21:24:00.001-05:002010-08-11T08:55:13.532-05:00I'm just going to LOOK at it!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/TGIKk_C9xMI/AAAAAAAADuM/mkc9pNV6290/s1600/CIMG0099-751261.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503973325115606210" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/TGIKk_C9xMI/AAAAAAAADuM/mkc9pNV6290/s320/CIMG0099-751261.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/TGIKldqZQRI/AAAAAAAADuU/pY-swDIysDY/s1600/CIMG0098-752873.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503973333334049042" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/TGIKldqZQRI/AAAAAAAADuU/pY-swDIysDY/s320/CIMG0098-752873.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/TGIKl2CYXcI/AAAAAAAADuc/xYGKLjBPp3Q/s1600/CIMG0091-755491.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503973339877105090" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/TGIKl2CYXcI/AAAAAAAADuc/xYGKLjBPp3Q/s320/CIMG0091-755491.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/TGIKmXqjbCI/AAAAAAAADuk/fu3KyUYas5o/s1600/CIMG0084-756918.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503973348903971874" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/TGIKmXqjbCI/AAAAAAAADuk/fu3KyUYas5o/s320/CIMG0084-756918.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-family:Prelude, Verdana, san-serif;">So, Henry and I are in the dining room, looking at Sofia when Henry jumps up and runs to the kitchen. We have this exchange:<br /><br />Me: where are you going?<br /><br />Henry: to the kitchen<br /><br />Me: why?<br /><br />Henry: I'm going to the fidg-a-yay-tuh.<br /><br />Me: why? (note that there was no regular reason to go to the fridge)<br /><br />Henry: I'm want to look at it. I'm not going to open it.<br /><br />Me: uh...ok<br /><br />Sure enough, he didn't open it. He ran to the kitchen...looked at the fidgayaytuh and came right back...<br /><br />Goof<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span id="signature"><div style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: #999999; FONT-FAMILY: arial, sans-serif">TimAlvarado<br /><br />---------<br />Sent from my Palm Pre</div><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-18216344130364567862010-07-07T17:02:00.000-05:002010-07-07T17:03:42.888-05:002 months<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/TDT5v0dqDVI/AAAAAAAADts/W_aTPkoUCDE/s1600/CIMG0014-722889.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/TDT5v0dqDVI/AAAAAAAADts/W_aTPkoUCDE/s320/CIMG0014-722889.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491288445603679570" /></a></p><span style="font-family:Prelude, Verdana, san-serif;">Sofi had her 2 month checkup today. She weighs 11 pounds 14 ounces & is 23 inches long!<br><br>She was completely unimpressed with her shots, but recovered pretty quickly.<br><br></span><span id="signature"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;color: #999999;"><br><br>---------<br>Sent from my Palm Pre</div><br></span> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-61428106649646622242010-07-03T16:34:00.000-05:002010-07-03T16:35:08.695-05:00The New Color<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/TC-tDTdDhaI/AAAAAAAADtY/VIpWWzERvaM/s1600/CIMG0002-708696.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/TC-tDTdDhaI/AAAAAAAADtY/VIpWWzERvaM/s320/CIMG0002-708696.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489796743061276066" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/TC-tD0p_DlI/AAAAAAAADtg/ATc---bRhLU/s1600/CIMG0001-710683.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/TC-tD0p_DlI/AAAAAAAADtg/ATc---bRhLU/s320/CIMG0001-710683.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489796751973879378" /></a></p><span style="font-family:Prelude, Verdana, san-serif;">Henry and I were getting ready to go to a 4th of July parade this morning. I was wearing a blue t-shirt, a white button down shirt,and some red shorts...quite the patriot.<br><br>I asked Henry to tell me what colors I was wearing. He announced "WHITE!" I asked what else, he replied "BLUE!" One more time, I asked what else, and he said "PANTS!"<br><br>Later, we had chocolate frosted chocolate cupcakes...<br><br></span><span id="signature"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;color: #999999;">TimAlvarado<br><a href="tel:708-443-4056" type="phone">708-443-4056</a><br><br>---------<br>Sent from my Palm Pre</div><br></span> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-41184446180285819852010-06-28T06:34:00.003-05:002010-06-28T07:00:52.919-05:007 Weeks Old<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>So, little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sofi</span> is 7 weeks old now. She is truly the cutest baby girl that I know. She's got this funny <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">muppet</span>-like smile that makes my heart melt. Henry still loves her, and did a great job the other day feeding her for the first time. (He told me that he was a Very Useful Boy)<div><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Sofi</span> is sleeping well, which is really, really, (no, I mean it...REALLY) nice. Don't get my wrong, I love spending time with my baby, but seriously, I don't want to see you in the middle of the night anymore. But, she's sleeping well, which makes me sleep well, which makes me not feel crabby when I have to wake up at 5 am for work.</div><div><br /></div><div>Henry is taking swim lessons at the Park District again. We've only had one class so far, since the 1st and 3rd were cancelled due to weather, but he seems to love it again. Henry and I were talking yesterday and we decided that next year, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Sofi</span> should take swimming lessons with him.</div><div><br /></div><div>This boy is chatty. I'm sure I've mentioned it before, but he seriously doesn't stop talking. Ever. Maybe he doesn't talk when he sleeps. But that's about the only time. (This is not a complaint, just a statement)</div><div><br /></div><div>I went back to work on June 7<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span>. One month after <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Sofi</span> was born. Then Molly's mom, Sue, stayed with us for another two weeks, so Molly was able to get over 6 weeks of support before being on her own. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ok</span>, I think that's all I've got for now. Off to work. Some cute kid pics below...</div><div><br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aExVCkvRygVadiN6o8KJjA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/TB0Y4VoRenI/AAAAAAAAfzU/mOO8xSe4npI/s400/100_3334.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/SofiIsCute?feat=embedwebsite"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Sofi</span> is Cute</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7cxT0CJTBi4qWIp0zVhkgw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/TB0Y5W1Y8rI/AAAAAAAAfzY/jsSaRlJ1ahk/s400/sofi%20and%20gma%20tavery.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/SofiIsCute?feat=embedwebsite"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Sofi</span> is Cute</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vr_Ac_fAweJ6J8s9W-7QSA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/TAAuqNen-dI/AAAAAAAAfpc/HSbeQ-XIFCY/s400/CIMG0051.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/HenryIsCutererer?feat=embedwebsite">Henry is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Cutererer</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kLnRFCG2xF39AfE-N2KWGQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/TAAusSGWYiI/AAAAAAAAfpo/f3rOdH2Pi74/s400/CIMG0060.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/HenryIsCutererer?feat=embedwebsite">Henry is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Cutererer</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/exUpWJOcAiS-7SBSyl-gTg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/TB0ZABNfSpI/AAAAAAAAfzo/gB-8ppWAaCE/s400/100_3327.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/HenryIsCutererer?feat=embedwebsite">Henry is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Cutererer</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PhNYeoxo9DxZs1vag65WgQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/TB0ZGkcmPeI/AAAAAAAAf0E/8_kNZ6hbcJ4/s400/100_3311.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/HenryIsCutererer?feat=embedwebsite">Henry is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Cutererer</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-39142687721094381542010-05-21T20:09:00.000-05:002010-05-21T20:10:33.329-05:00Coffee and Orange Juice<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/S_cvCWLQyhI/AAAAAAAADrY/h2Pf91LM1os/s1600/CIMG0039-733330.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/S_cvCWLQyhI/AAAAAAAADrY/h2Pf91LM1os/s320/CIMG0039-733330.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473895589451188754" /></a></p><span id="signature"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;color: #999999;"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="Prelude, Verdana, san-serif">Ok, this boy is weird, but kinda like me, which might be the same statement. This morning, I went to grind some Starbucks coffee, and Henry wanted to help. I dropped a coffee bean, which Henry promptly snatched up as his prize.<br><br>He went to show it to Molly, and shortly after, he came running back to the kitchen, holding in between his thumb and fore-finger announcing, "I'm licking the coffee bean! It's yummy!"<br><br>He spent the next 20 or so minutes doing whatever 2 1/2 year olds do...and licking the coffee bean.<br><br>Later, Henry and I were at Target picking up some things when he asked for "something to drink." I told him that we hadn't brought anything, but I'd get him a drink when we got home. He then shouted, for all of Target to hear, "We're going to go home and drink orange juice and lick coffee beans!"<br><br>This kid is awesome.<br><br></font>---------<br>Sent from my Palm Pre</div><br></span> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-29931842588684704632010-05-18T12:48:00.005-05:002010-05-18T14:09:20.703-05:00The Incident of the Flying Turtle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/S_LlOmFjiRI/AAAAAAAADrQ/QLfMCr4Zy_0/s1600/100_3245.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/S_LlOmFjiRI/AAAAAAAADrQ/QLfMCr4Zy_0/s320/100_3245.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472688536113350930" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/S_LlOTGRyrI/AAAAAAAADrI/NOQtnRZM8Rg/s1600/100_3252.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/S_LlOTGRyrI/AAAAAAAADrI/NOQtnRZM8Rg/s320/100_3252.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472688531016108722" /></a><br />Today, we decided to go to The Brown Cow Ice Cream Parlor for their Tuesday Story Time, mostly to make sure that Henry could get out of the house and not be crazy-pants.<div><br /></div><div>We got there just a couple minutes late, but it was OK since they hadn't started yet. Miss Tracy started telling a story about Molly the Turtle, who was very upset because she was so slow. Well, Molly was able to get out of her shell (which was slowing her down) and was now able to jump as high as the sky - sounded like a pretty good story to me, but right there is about when Henry melted down. Bright red face, tears streaming down his face, sobbing, and in general being unintelligible.</div><div><br /></div><div>As I'm holding him trying to get him calm down and not be sad, Story Time goes on. Molly the Turtle is still very excited about her new-found shell-less freedom and jumping all about, and Henry is YELLING at Miss Tracy, "NO! Turtles don't fly in the sky! Only birds like to fly in the sky!" We were able to get him to chill out a little bit, and when Molly (the turtle) was getting herself back in to her shell, after becoming quite cold, Henry was yelling that "she doesn't want her shell back on" or something like that.</div><div><br /></div><div>At that point, we decided that it was time to leave the Story Time room and go to the front and have ourselves some ice cream. Henry, still sobbing about how turtles don't like to fly (only birds like to fly), is now telling Molly (the mom) and me that he doesn't like ice cream and that he wants to go back in to story time. At this point, I know that he's just wrong, so we sit him down at the table and get him a scoop of cookies and cream. Once he hears "cookies" and "ice cream" together, things were much better...mostly.</div><div><br /></div><div>After Miss Tracy wraps things up at story time, she comes out in to the main "parlor" and is chatting with people as she's getting ready to leave. I didn't notice her until I see Henry looking off towards the other end of the room mumbling "turtles don't like to fly," and sure enough, there she was - it was almost as though he expected her to start throwing the turtle up in the air again at any second.</div><div><br /></div><div>Throughout all of this, Sofi Sue slept soundly, and was not at all concerned about Molly the Flying Turtle.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you love ice cream like we love ice cream, check out <a href="www.browncowicecream.com/">The Brown Cow</a> in Forest Park</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-69948179136121814792010-05-08T07:36:00.001-05:002010-05-08T07:36:45.705-05:00Introducing Sofia Suzanne Alvarado<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/S-Va3q0K28I/AAAAAAAADpw/oEup3uLQUCM/s1600/CIMG0019-705706.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/S-Va3q0K28I/AAAAAAAADpw/oEup3uLQUCM/s320/CIMG0019-705706.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468877234943744962" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/S-Va4EC5W5I/AAAAAAAADp4/Ktf6gXIHiOM/s1600/CIMG0018-708357.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/S-Va4EC5W5I/AAAAAAAADp4/Ktf6gXIHiOM/s320/CIMG0018-708357.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468877241716398994" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/S-Va472gEGI/AAAAAAAADqA/7V1MnvpwhT4/s1600/CIMG0016-710910.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/S-Va472gEGI/AAAAAAAADqA/7V1MnvpwhT4/s320/CIMG0016-710910.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468877256696795234" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/S-Va5AS7pCI/AAAAAAAADqI/xeJaDHQMEgI/s1600/CIMG0014-712273.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/S-Va5AS7pCI/AAAAAAAADqI/xeJaDHQMEgI/s320/CIMG0014-712273.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468877257889784866" /></a></p><span style="font-family:Prelude, Verdana, san-serif;">Born Friday May 7th at 9:35pm; <br>20.5 inches<br>8 lbs, 9oz<br><br>All is well...<br><font class="Apple-style-span" face="Prelude, sans-serif"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="Prelude, Verdana, san-serif"><br></font></font></span> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-18991808097735552582010-04-12T20:42:00.003-05:002010-04-12T21:28:00.144-05:00Goats, Fire Engines, and Green Eggs (without the Ham)Took the day off of work today so that Henry and I could hang-out and do some fun stuff.<div><br /></div><div>First, we went to the Brookfield Zoo and saw some goats. We also saw chickens, geese, elephants and some llamas, but first, we hung out with goats.</div><div><br />GOATS!!!<br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hBHVO-0GhKJ1J9ObJCEtQw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/S8PUQmK3OkI/AAAAAAAAfGg/Mt0fJwiwVx4/s400/CIMG0030.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/HenryIsCutererer?feat=embedwebsite">Henry is Cutererer</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></div><div>For lunch, Henry had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich...and Bacon. What can I say, Molly wanted a BLT, so I fried up some bacon. Henry wasn't about to pass up bacon (but there's NO way that he would have eaten a BLT, even with extra B)...</div><div><br /></div><div>After Henry's nap, we went to the Forest Park Fire House for a tour - This was certainly the highlight of the day, since Henry a) got a Fire Chief Hat, b) got a sticker, and c) and to look at & touch Fire Engines. Also noteworthy was the massive flat screen TV upstairs with the 7 lazy-boys in a semi-circle around it. While we didn't get to watch TV, Henry was quite ready to chill out in the chair for a few minutes. (This was, after all, part of the Library's TV Tune Out week, so it would have been rather counter-productive to go to the Fire Station and then watch TV).</div><div><br />Henry and his pal Blake-<br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8lt99GCjiuKnWMaTeu0Ejw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/S8PURYzEY1I/AAAAAAAAfGk/a27z42IZ1SA/s400/CIMG0031.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/HenryIsCutererer?feat=embedwebsite">Henry is Cutererer</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/y5Qj4dBrNg2iGBY9Na2pQg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/S8PUSSsHzjI/AAAAAAAAfGo/ojch5lNKebU/s400/CIMG0032.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/HenryIsCutererer?feat=embedwebsite">Henry is Cutererer</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SxLlxAR2FM2lI8jrWTGeOg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/S8PUYkIRMOI/AAAAAAAAfHE/u2NZiAgLNL0/s400/CIMG0042.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/HenryIsCutererer?feat=embedwebsite">Henry is Cutererer</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div>At dinner time, I asked Henry if he wanted cheesey eggs or a salami sandwich. He voted for eggs, which I was all for. Since it's terribly hard to get vegetables in this kid, I sautéed some spinach, then added some well-beaten eggs, & of course, the cheese. Henry's usual response to the spinach in the eggs is "I don't like this green thing" or "No, I WON'T eat that!" But today, I told him that we were having Green Eggs! Henry had 3 servings of Green Eggs! Let this be a lesson to all that need to get more veggies in their kids diets - TRICK THEM!!! Hide veggies in their food, and call it something else. Read a book (such as Green Eggs and Ham) to your kid 452 times, and then MAKE Green Eggs sans Ham (or with, whatever). It's like magic!</div><div><br /></div><div>In other news, Sofi is hanging out upside down, as she should be. We've got less than a month until she's due to join is in the oxygen-breathing world. She should now be in the area of 6 pounds and 18 1/2 inches long. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-73800154406717184362010-03-28T14:29:00.004-05:002010-03-28T15:04:23.569-05:00I'm going to hold him!So, Henry got to spend some time with the Easter Bunny yesterday after Forest Park's annual Easter Egg Hunt. Now, we did this last year too. Henry had the opportunity to sit with the Easter Bunny, and wasn't all that impressed, as can be seen below. Note how it looks like he's waving his hands...This was his sign at the time for "All Done!"<br /><br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/EUbXxfq-5ekXgoquKD1bVg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/Se0wWcj-lJI/AAAAAAAANr0/6nh1kNolWQQ/s400/DSC00045.JPG" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/HenryIsCuterer?feat=embedwebsite">Henry is Cuterer</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />This year, however, was a completely different story. We had to wait in a long but fairly quick moving line. From the time Henry saw the Mr. Bunny, he kept randomly announcing, "There's a big bunny over there!" and "I'm going to talk to him!" and "I'm going to hold him!"<div><br /></div><div>Mr. E. Bunny had given Henry a small package of Easter Skittles (not sure what makes them Eastery besides the packaging...), which is not, by the way, a great candy for a two year old, but whatever. Henry has since commented several times on "what did the Easter Bunny give me?" and is also completely obsessed with playing with the chocolate easter eggs that he collected. He'll eat them, of course, but he seems to be just as happy sorting them by color, piling them up in to my hands, or just otherwise playing with them...</div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/y3AXe9ObY3LNGG4tLI7JlA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/S65ZQEyEA7I/AAAAAAAAfAk/AAkp9ZcGZoY/s400/CIMG0007.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/HenryIsCutererer?feat=embedwebsite">Henry is Cutererer</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6QU6hVQSE1QBrptZRG8LzQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/S65ZSVZavWI/AAAAAAAAfAs/K_h3_U3NuzA/s400/CIMG0005.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/HenryIsCutererer?feat=embedwebsite">Henry is Cutererer</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xW-CKR7UbP72DdOsWbDOhg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/S65ZT_SLqzI/AAAAAAAAfAw/Lp9vcoDZrFQ/s400/CIMG0004.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/HenryIsCutererer?feat=embedwebsite">Henry is Cutererer</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-86866493563976456452010-03-17T20:31:00.000-05:002010-03-17T20:32:45.043-05:00Pizza Planets<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/S6GCvUQUeYI/AAAAAAAADng/jqeyexKmI98/s1600-h/CIMG0001-765044.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_8qYRuee1I/S6GCvUQUeYI/AAAAAAAADng/jqeyexKmI98/s320/CIMG0001-765044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449780773497633154" /></a></p><font class="Apple-style-span" face="Prelude, Verdana, san-serif">So, you'll see here that Henry has some stellar planet decals on the walls in his room. He calls them "Pizza Planets."<br><br>Weird.<br></font><span id="signature"><br></span> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-4670906093964083152010-02-14T16:06:00.002-06:002010-02-14T16:14:55.788-06:00Let me see your brains for a minute...You may recall that Henry was a zombie for Halloween this past year. <div><br /></div><div><br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sxo1Ir7QdO1mcVJ3suNuaA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/SuzUbDqh1NI/AAAAAAAAcZ4/_2yrcL1uy8I/s400/100_2954.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/HenryIsCutererer?feat=embedwebsite">Henry is Cutererer</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div>Well, we just had this interesting little exchange, which makes me wonder if he's becoming more and more living dead...</div><div><br /></div><div>[Henry is standing on the couch, behind Molly, sticking his face up at the back of her head]</div><div><br /></div><div>Molly: What are you doing?</div><div>Henry: Looking under your hair</div><div>[Molly and I exchange a funny look]</div><div>Henry: Mommy, what's under your hair?</div><div>Molly: My head. Are you looking at my head?</div><div>Henry: Yes. Papa, what's under your head?</div><div>Molly: Papa's brains are under his head</div><div>Henry: Mommy, let me see your brains for a minute.</div>timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17763163662441632275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-11815189481779213392010-02-14T13:30:00.005-06:002010-02-14T13:50:59.966-06:00Chinese Cabbage...So, apparently, my child is similar to a Chinese Cabbage...Oh, and she has eyelashes, too...<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.babycenter.com/6_your-pregnancy-28-weeks_1117.bc?read_more=1&scid=mbtw_preg28:665&pe=2Uums9Y">http://www.babycenter.com/6_your-pregnancy-28-weeks_1117.bc?read_more=1&scid=mbtw_preg28:665&pe=2Uums9Y</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Here's some pics of the little one...</div><div><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ftimbalooni%2Falbumid%2F5418257582347503521%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCJbizKDHpYjfyQE%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><br /></div><div>Here's some of my favorite semi-recent Henry Pics...</div><div><br /></div><div>He had just made a snowman with his Grandma Sue<br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QfPgGmkGExMkRfslD9Bqlw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/Szl4COkTCLI/AAAAAAAAeS4/eMUW9AHCnXo/s400/100_3021.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/HenryIsCutererer?feat=embedwebsite">Henry is Cutererer</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Hanging at Brookfield Zoo with his friend, Mateo<br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NgrbY_ePxn2If1ReOtbSGw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/Szl4TsPfK9I/AAAAAAAAeTY/_qV0RG-L8eY/s400/100_3010.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/HenryIsCutererer?feat=embedwebsite">Henry is Cutererer</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Wearing Papi's bike stuff<br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bVhpavbBWXGuMLBlftf0XA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/Szl4cF3HhII/AAAAAAAAeTs/uFU51krMxZA/s400/100_2996.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/HenryIsCutererer?feat=embedwebsite">Henry is Cutererer</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Brennan grandkids with the Grandparents<br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/48k3rJOCjg0kL3gzHOMUSA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/S1th9_dPxFI/AAAAAAAAee4/5MNa1V1Cbgg/s400/100_3042.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/HenryIsCutererer?feat=embedwebsite">Henry is Cutererer</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Listening to some tunes<br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VHVTmh_gjn7wUw2DXqxQkw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/S1tiCnTdDvI/AAAAAAAAefQ/uCMm24ZYI6k/s400/100_3049.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/HenryIsCutererer?feat=embedwebsite">Henry is Cutererer</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-145117556685044182009-12-24T07:46:00.000-06:002009-12-24T07:46:27.363-06:00so much awesomenessSo many awesome things, where to begin...<div><br /></div><div>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</div><div><br /></div><div>Henry: "I'm no contary. I'm a boy!"</div><div><br /></div><div>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.</div><div><br /></div><div>c - eating brownies...Last Monday, henry and I are having a "special treat." </div><div><br /></div><div>Henry: "PAPI!!! There's chocolate chips in here!!!" Also, "I love chocolate chips in my mouth!"</div><div><br /></div><div>4 - Dressing up Buddah</div><div><br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Bj35DnXWF5mb5OvuSCtDPA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/Sybr-QmUNuI/AAAAAAAAeJ0/UQQRLfffhtw/s400/CIMG0017.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/HenryIsCutererer?feat=embedwebsite">Henry is Cutererer</a></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>E - "Papa, Alphabet Pal is looking at you." Yes, Henry will turn the head of Alphabet Pal so that it is facing me, and announce that the annoying caterpillar is looking at me. Creepy.</div><div><br /><table style="width:auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/b_IunjDljs9kaGWyzcmG0A?authkey=Gv1sRgCOSP-5jpk9O_fQ&feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_iJRNTjdZCbA/SzNtNeZm0hI/AAAAAAAAeOk/yh-B_jR_GhE/s400/CIMG0028.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/timbalooni/DropBox?authkey=Gv1sRgCOSP-5jpk9O_fQ&feat=embedwebsite">Drop Box</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-45823556565166129352009-10-12T08:52:00.001-05:002009-10-12T08:52:58.510-05:00Cock-a-yoooo<span style="font-family:Prelude, Verdana, san-serif;">Pointing at a picture of a giraffe, Henry and I have this conversation...<br><br>Henry: cock-a-yoo<br>Tim: What?!?!<br>Henry: its a cock-a-yoo<br>Tim: I think its a giraffe<br>Henry: maybe a Cock-a-yoo<br>Tim: Well...maybe its a cock-a-yoo, but I'm pretty sure its a giraffe.<br>Henry: maybe cock-a-yoo.<br>Tim: yes, maybe...but, WHAT is a cock-a-yoo??<br>Henry: giraffe<br>Tim: ... ... ...<br><br></span><span id="signature"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;color: #999999;">-- Sent from my Palm Prē</div><br></span> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526010115459945728.post-3999946206229933612009-10-05T12:07:00.001-05:002009-10-05T12:11:00.313-05:00I like it!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4526010115459945728&postID=399994620622993361"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4526010115459945728&postID=399994620622993361" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389163883513538274" /></a></p><span style="color:navy;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Prelude, Verdana, san-serif;">Yesterday, Henry was eating a tasty snack of cheese and apples when he announced, "I like it!"<br /><br />I asked what he liked and he told me "I like cheese in my mouth!"<br /><br />Me too<br /><br /></span><span id="signature"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;color: #999999;">-- Sent from my Palm Prē</div><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17249243739091374545noreply@blogger.com1