I like it!

Yesterday, Henry was eating a tasty snack of cheese and apples when he announced, "I like it!"

I asked what he liked and he told me "I like cheese in my mouth!"

Me too

-- Sent from my Palm Prē

Feel Happy!

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.

¡Oh No, Paco! and The Ice Cream Surpirse!

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?"

He's got his left hand on the mouse, and in his right hand is Paco, the dog (as opposed to Paco the man, the best Mexican Chef EVER, in my opinion. I could tell you about Paco's restaurant, The New Rebozo all day, but this blog is about my son, not about how I love Negro Modelo, Margaritas, those little goat cheese tamales, chiles en nogada, and las Enchiladas Pancho Villas - oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!!). He (Henry, not either of the Pacos) looks up at me, quickly takes his hand off the mouse, quickly holds Paco the dog up to the mouse, and says, "¡Oh No, Paco!"

For those of you that do not know Paco, here he is:

From Henry is Cuter

2nd - The Ice Cream Surprise

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."

The End.

new underwear

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!

Yay Henry!!!

Hey Look, a belly button

From Henry is Cuterer

I'm not really sure what's going on here. i think he might be trying to un-velcro my sandals while showing off his Thomas butt.

From Henry is Cuterer

Nice hair henry

Driving home from John and Rachel's

Of course wearing no pants and talking on the phone.

Roar

That fierce lion in Northbrook is eating my son.