Good Stuff

A select group of people should hopefully receive this in the mail today. We are personally a little shocked at how similar in size the two hands are. Violet is growing so fast.

It is hard to keep track of all the weird and hilarious things Henry says now. Momma has been writing some of them down in his baby book.

The other day Henry was hanging out with me and I said "dang it". He repeated it and I told him "you probably shouldn't say that". He looked at me and said "or shit, right dad?"

Yes, son...

Momma had me run and get the camera since it is so rare to catch Henry standing still, let alone snuggling. Neither of the kids seem to be big snugglers.

Violet is becoming more mobile each day. However, she still needs constant monitoring as she will sometimes spontaneously sit up and throw herself backwards, causing pain and discomfort. She is at that stage where she gets really mad and screams and cries if momma or myself goes out of her sight.

Last summer we let Henry try ice cream and he didn't want anything to do with it. That was then and this is now.

At a half-gallon a week, I consume about 26 gallons of Eddy's ice cream per annum. Pretty gross when you do the math. It has become custumary for me and wife to eat a huge bowl of ice cream and watch Biggest Loser. I guess everybody needs at least one vice, if only to be reminded that they are human. If I had a normal level of metabolism I would probably look like one of those people you that becomes trapped in their bedroom and gets personal phone calls from Richard Simmons. Eventually, I would have to be rescued by a chainsaw-weilding EMT crew and hauled off to the hospital on a flatbed truck for emergency surgery on a must see episode of the Sally Jesse Rapheal program.

Henry learned how to put his pants on all by himself after going potty. He just has a few kinks to work out on his technique. I couldn't help but think of Kriss Kross...

Momma grabbed the camera and snapped a picture because she thought it was too cute that Henry had his arm around me. The past few days he has been going outside with me to do chores. We take the dog for a little walk, then we tend to the goats, then I chop firewood and Henry helps stack it on the sled so we can bring it inside. Elm is very gnarly and difficult to split as firewood, but it seems to be easier in the extreme cold for some reason. I love when Henry says "choppin' wood". In light of recent events such as the jammie fire of '08, I make sure to have Henry stand WAY far away -- in case you were worried...

Earlier this week, on a particularly cold evening, we were sitting in the goat pen watching the goats eat. Henry said, "Dad, the goats need a mommy and daddy."

Henry made his eyes look all funny and said "Look, I'm Picasso!". It's a joke from Toy Story, one of his favorite films of all-time.

He was looking at the udders on one of his plastic cows and said "Mom, how come cows have two penises?"

Henry can be real chippy sometimes and at different times when he doesn't get his way has threatened to "put me in the garbabe" or "throw me in the fire" .

We have been teaching him to say "oh snap!" to help keep him from repeating swears and what not. There is nothing more amusing than hearing a toddler yell "oh snap!" after dropping one of his guys or something.