christmas morning

Henry didn't notice the gifts under the tree on Christmas morning, so we all had breakfast and played in the kitchen until 30 minutes later when he went into the living room and said, "wow". Then we started opening gifts. After he opened the first one, he acted like he was done, so as you can imagine, the morning went slowly. Which was perfectly fine.

Henry received a toy replica of a John Deere tractor - which was a major high point for him, and then later, as if that weren't enough, he was presented with a wagon - so he had to load it up with his tractor and various other toys and stuffed animals, and get pulled around the house. (Since there were roughly 16 inches of snow on the ground, we opted to use the wagon indoors...) Soon enough, I could hear Henry tell Daddy as he was being pulled around the house, "stop. go." "Stop. Go."

Henry made out like a bandit, a wonderful alpaca teddy bear sent from Maine, lots and lots of books, a little choo choo train, wooden puzzles, and the above mentioned - to name a few. A wonderful day all around.

Henry Stories

This morning we were all getting ready to go out, Henry had on his warmie, but not his parka or hat yet. We were bustling around getting all of our things in order when Henry walked into the kitchen and said, while occasionally drinking from his sippie, "bye bye Mama, bye bye Daddy".
We stopped and looked at him, both of us taking a moment to wonder how he might get along without us. Probably not poorly, I figured.

Getting ready to attend church Sunday, Henry and I were - again - in a hurry to get out the door. I had the shoes out that I intended to wear, but Henry kept taking them from me saying, "bye bye shoes" and returning with boots for me to wear. I tried to explain that I didn't need boots, that I would be the only one there in big land's end hiking boots, but he didn't care - and in fact would become quite distraught when I returned to my shoes. Fine, I figured this wasn't going to be a battle - after all I figured I could carry my shoes and he wouldn't notice the switcheroo. "Boot! Boot!", my son shouted as I put them on. I forgot the shoes - had to take communion with my big ol honkin' boots. I was the only one with boots.