4am wake up call: Do Not Read while Eating

It's 4am and i am fast asleep. My supersonic mommy hearing picks up the sound of Henry coughing and then something that sounds not quite like coughing. Then crying. Although my sleepy brain knew what had occurred, I didn't want to believe it and went in to investigate.

Of course as you've guessed, Henry had thrown up. He was sitting up in bed looking at himself with a disgusted look on his face. "Mommy, Henry DIIRRRRTTTYYY!" he wailed. I reassured him that we'd get him cleaned up and called for Momma to help.

After changing sheets and pjs (and replacing dirty lovey with back up lovey - thank goodness Granny got us a backup), Henry had a good time rinsing his mouth out and spitting into a bowl. "Henry SPIT, Henry SPIT" he yelled gleefully. Then it was time for bed. Or so we thought.

Henry wants books. Henry wants Kipper. Henry wants to play. Henry wants to spit. Henry wants to run and hide. Henry NEEEDDDSSS Thomas books.

Henry was having the time of his life. Mommy was tired.

So after a couple books, Henry went back to sleep for the rest of the night and slept soundly. No more vomiting. Woke up wanting to eat.

Of course, Mommy and Momma had a much harder time getting back to sleep while being hyper vigilent for further sounding of puking. And now Mommy is trying to motivate Henry to get dressed to go to the store for bananas, pedialyte and saltines.

Good luck Mommy.

What is my son doing?

This video is from December but it cracks me up.
Can someone please translate this behavior?

Bathtime is Funtime with Toys from Granny

Henry loves the sticker bath toys that Granny sent him.

Organization is key.

And if all else fails use the pieces of road to thwack mommy. Fun Fun Fun!

Bob the Builder?

Henry has been really into building with his Legos lately at home and at school.
(and probably needs the next smaller size now)

But tonight he seemed bent on destruction!

Maybe he needs to switch from Kipper to Bob the Builder.

A Donut and a Song

Henry and I went on a very cold Friday morning to meet Declan, his mom Heather and another little boy named Oscar at a local park. When we arrived, the park was still empty so ducked into the cafe across the street for a coffee. Henry quickly spied the donuts and made his wishes known with an emphatic "I NEEEEEEED cake". When ignored, he became more specific "I NEEEED a chocolate donut". Still ignored he shoved his little hand under the sneeze guard to pluck one from the plate. I agreed to get him one if he would share it with mommy. Henry looked at me for a minute and stated "Mommy no need donut". "Why doesn't Mommy need a donut Henry?". Without missing a beat, he explained "Mommy belly" and pointed at mine.
"That may be Henry, but you need to be a good share-er". Henry looked at me with his eyes wide, "Henry share with Pops!"

Guess Pop's belly doesn't disqualify him from donut sharing.

Glad we could provide comic relief for the woman behind us in line. Her coffee almost came out her nose she was laughing so hard.

Here is a video from the coffee shop. The song Henry is singing is "Do Your Ears Hang Low".
Here are the actual lyrics.

Do your ears hang low
Do they wobble to and fro
Can you tie them in a knot
Can you tie them in a bow
Can you throw them o'er your shoulder
Like a continental soldier
Do your ears hang low
(FASTER! repeat FASTER! repeat)

Henry's favorite part is the FASTER! and then singing it louder and faster until it sounds like really bad punk rock karoke.

BTW, I did eat part of the donut. So there.

So what do you do in the Seattle snow?

1) SLEDDING - good thing we had some cheap saucers from years past. This is on the street outside of our house looking down the hill. Everyone got in the mix!

#2 Make French Toast - Granny decided to teach Henry how to make French Toast. Despite a few shells, Henry pronounced it "delicious"

3). Read books - over and over and over. Thanks Pops. And Granny. And Mama. Henry loves reading books!

4. Watch football - Henry has never watched football as it's the one sport we REALLY don't want him to play. But Pops changed all that. Here are Henry and Pops with their drinks watching the game. I'm still not signing any consent forms.

Granny and Pops bring loads of snow to Seattle

About the same time Granny and Pops boarded a plane headed for Seattle, snow started falling here. And falling. And falling. It didn't let up during their week long visit and we accumulated about 18 inches total at our house. Then the day they left, it stopped for good.

I'm not making any accusations, but maybe someone has some super-powers they aren't telling the rest of us about.

Henry had a blast in the snow with Granny and Pops.

Trying a new snack.

Sledding down the hill in front of our house.

Snowball fights in the front yard.

Here's the house in about a foot of snow.

Mommy and Mama had a great time too!

More snow pix to come - am having some problems with formatting on the blog. Grrrr!

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Some photos from early pre-Christmas decorating and holiday parties.

The happy family in front of the tree.

Look what Granny sent - a Thomas ornament! This was a holiday hit with all the toddlers.

Henry was as pleased as punch with his decorating abilities. I sense a HGTV show in his future.

What you can't see here is that he's putting ALL the ornaments in a 3 branch by 5 branch section of the tree. Sparkle Josh look out!

Privacy Laws according to a Toddler

Henry just shut himself in the study and announced that he needed "privacy". This is code for "i need to poop and don't bother me.' This got be musing about what it would be like if toddlers were appointed to the Obama administration....

If Henry was in charge of privacy laws in this country, they might go something like this -

If one (toddler) needs privacy, one should simply have to state his/her needs and these needs should be heeded by all other parties including animals.

One (toddler) is free to state his/her privacy domain, eg the realm of privacy. No other sentient being should enter the "realm of privacy" without explicit consent of the party stating the need for privacy.

Privacy shall be maintained for any length of time as stated by the toddler.

The penalty for not respecting all the aforementioned rules are tantrums, screaming and having trains hurled at your head (this also applies to all animals).

However, all non-toddler persons are not protected or governed by any of these laws. Only toddler persons are allowed privacy of any kind. I mean ANY KIND. If i ever get to shut the bathroom door again, it will be a blessed day. A very blessed day.