A Walk in the Woods

We went to the Carleton Arb, but forgot Henry's mittens. So, he is wearing Mama's gloves... He was all warm and cozy in his snowpants, and then we literally stuffed him into the sling. It was a little hard on my old back, but pretty wonderful for him.

Henry and Da's weekend.

posted by Kevin......

So Stace is at some PTSD training most of this weekend, leaving Henry and "Da" to trash the house. (Henry likes to play "Librarian" which is when he pulls all the books off the lower two shelves of every bookcase.)

Saturday:
With temps near 40 degrees, Henry and I went into the backyard and started building an igloo. Actually, he just sat in the wet snow trying to scoot on his butt. I then pulled him around the yard in his little red toboggan. He had a smile, but seemed unsure. Perhaps he feared "Da" was about to keel over......

After a change into dry clothes, it was a quick dinner for Henry and then speeding off to Farmington to meet Mama and some friends at the bowling alley. Henry received a couple birthday gifts, and soon he was smiling and laughing (and roaring like a bear!) It was his first time at a bowling alley. And from the looks of my game, it was mine too.

Sunday:
The two of us officially gave up on the igloo we were building in the back yard. Instead it was 10 laps around the yard pulling Henry in the toboggan. Henry smiled and laughed. I coughed and wheezed.

We changed into dry clothes and got ready to go to Goodbye Blue Monday. Seconds before leaving Henry said, "OH-oh" over and over again. I looked around, and said, "What's the oh-oh for?" He kept saying it. Then he stuck both hands into the back of his pants, and returned with some poop! "OH! Thank you for THAT!" I said as I carried him at arms length to his room.

As we arrived at Blue Monday, Henry (in his third or fourth outfit of the day) was deep into his second nap. I took advantage of the moment and skipped Blue Monday, opting to park the truck at a nice spot down at the River Walk. As he snoozed for almost an hour in the back, I ran the heater and surfed the internet on my new fangled wireless mobile cellular telephone machine.

Later, at home, Henry informed me that his toy phone was no longer adequate and that he must have my new cell phone. He crawled across the room and began to climb my leg, all the while shrieking at the top of his lungs. I let him touch it, but that was not enough and he WRESTLED it out of my hands with power usually reserved for lifting cars off of loved ones in an accident.

I managed to recover the phone, but for some reason my default ringtone is now Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.