Sunday was a big day part 3

After all that bubble blowing and letter writing, you would think the kid would take a break and just go veg out someplace. But no. While we were doing yard work, Henry went into the shop on his own and got on the tall trike that Becky and Scott gave him. So Kate brought it out for him.

Now understand that Henry has never really mastered pedaling anything before, and certainly not a tall trike. But he took to it like a fish to water. The steering still needs some work though. I sense lots of crashes in our future. Especially because his FAVORITE thing to do is go off steps.

Sunday was a big day part 2

In addition to writing the letter H, Sunday was Henry's first time blowing bubbles on his own. Usually he either blows too hard, in the wrong place or sucks in - none of these approaches leading to the desired outcome of bubbles. Sunday changed all that.



Of course the best thing about bubbles is destroying them - so there was a lot of kicking, punching, clapping and stomping bubbles as well.

Sunday was a big day part 1

For the last couple weeks Henry has been waking up during the night more than usual, not eating and has been crabby with a capital "c". We wondered, "is he still sick?". "Is there something wrong with him?" "Is it just the terrible 2 and a halfs?"

We should have remembered that everytime this happens it means a big developmental spurt is on its way.

The spurt (with a capital S) arrived Sunday.

First, Henry wrote his first "H" (which he knows is for Henry) WITHOUT any guidance or help from adults. He knows M is for Mommy and Mama too but hasn't mastered the writing yet.

What the pho?

Henry: "Henry want noodle soup for lunch" (yes he still uses the third person part of the time which is further confused by the fact that he talks about Henry the train from Thomas all the time. So Henry could be the train or himself. I just smile and nod).

Mommy: "OK, Mommy will make you some chicken noodle soup" Mommy opens can, "makes" soup and calls him in for lunch.

Henry: Looks at bowl, looks at Mama and starts screaming. "NNNOOOOOOO! Henry want NOODLE SOUP".

Mommy: "Henry that IS noodle soup"

Henry: "NOOOOO! Noodle soup at restaurant. Henry no like basil. Henry no like beansprouts!!"

Mommy: The lightbulb. "Oh you want pho. Henry, we don't have any pho."

Henry: "Mommy and Henry go to restaurant, get noodle soup".

Mommy: "No"

Henry: Runs from room crying and screaming. Never does eat soup.

Lesson of the day: Noodle soup = pho. No substitues allowed.

Toddler therapy

So Kate was home sick with the crud yesterday and given that it was a Tuesday, Henry and I were home too. When Henry woke up i explained that Mama was sick and that we needed to be nice to her today. Henry said, "I want to go give Mama hug". So we tromped upstairs where Kate was already up and coughing in bed. Henry gave her a hug and cuddled with her under her blankets.

Later, while Kate was on the couch, Henry went to help her by "hugging all the sick out". Then more cuddling ensued. He also wanted to make Mama tea, drink his own milk tea (which is steamed milk with honey) and read Mama stories.

How come when I am sick his favorite thing to do is jump on my head?