Even though it is rated R for adult language and snakes and what not, I promised Henry we would take him to see Snakes on a Plane if he could finish off an entire ear of corn on his own and the little bugger did it. He only has four and a half teeth -- but he did it.
I received this complimentary calender from a bank a while back. Each month features a different pioneer days scene and I'll be damned if Henry's head doesn't keep ending up transposed on that of the pioneer. I am considering this for a monthly feature on Henry James Johnson: An American Legend...
We received our building permit in the mail the yesterday. Kinda exciting. We were assigned an address, too. Things should be happening soon. Excavating and footings and septic systems and what have you... All the good stuff.
We had settled on a new daycare lady. However, it was recently discovered that our interpretation of her as "fun and new-agey" turned out to be more like "flakey and possibly mentally unstable". So, we had to scramble and put him in a center for now starting on Monday. Ma had to go sign a permission slip for buggy rides today. Sweet.
A few days back, Henry pulled off one of the heat registers and threw Ma's cell phone down it. Luckily, my dad was able to fish it out. He loves cell phones, maybe he hates 'em -- I don't know. He rendered one of my cell phones useless after sucking on it for about three minutes. He also managed to break my financial calculator ($79), Chuck Norris-style.
He has also developed the habit of pulling out wipes as his diaper is getting changed. This works well when he has a super poopy diaper as I can just grab 'em and wipe as quick as he can dish 'em out -- but it is not-so-great the rest of the time.
That's all I got for now. Seacrest, out!
1 comment:
Oh man, Kirk grabs at the wipes, too.
I hope daycare Plan B works out!
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