Goose Eggs, Nudity, Goat Houses, etc.

Violet is a toddling machine. This is probably the best bump she has gotten to date. She got this one while doing flying body drops on me on our bed.

Henry recovers quickly from a waterboarding session in the tub.

Violet tries on a pair of slippers after a bath.

NUDITY!

Henry and Violet have been staying at Grandma Sue and recently-retired Grandpa Bruce's on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday and at the neighbor lady's on Thursday and Friday. Every morning he asks where we are going and when we say Grandpa and Grandma's he says "YAH!". They get to hang with cousin Jada too. I guess a few weeks back Jada tried putting Violet in a headlock and Henry freaked out and said something like "When I get big, I'm gonna shut the door on you and turn out the lights!". I can't say I'm real upset since we have always told him that he has to watch out for his little sister. But Henry has his moments with Violet too...

One of the better things Henry has said to me lately -- Henry is watching cartoons -- I say "Hey Henry, How's it going?" To which he says something like, "Dad, could you please be quiet, I'm trying to watch 'toons." Whatever, buddy. It seems like his respect for me might be dwindling.

We have concluded the cause of the green turds was that Henry had been over indulging in fruit snacks loaded with vitamins and food dye. I think he had been supplementing his diet by pilfering little bags of fruit snacks. We uncovered a cache of fruit snack wrappers tucked away under the wood pile next to our woodstove. We are not sure if he was stashing the wrappers so we wouldn't see the wrappers in the garbage or if he was just too lazy to actually walk to the garbage. He just giggled when we confronted him on it.

Finally, after fifteen months of living in our house illegally--without an occupancy permit--I can say we have passed our final building inspection for the county. What did it take me? Two years and some change? It feels good to not have to worry about that stuff anymore. I can finally focus on my three favorite things: raising goats, chopping wood, and hating the government. I am nearing completion on what should prove to be a very well appointed goat house that is being built almost entirely from left over stuff from building the house. I believe that in the future, my goat house will be the standard by which future goat houses are measured.

Henry James: Medical Oddity

For the past two weeks Henry has been pooping green turds. Not just regular green. We are talking a brilliant and shimmering green -- almost glowing like lime green playdough or kryptonite. My initial theory of eating a ton of playdough now seems unlikely. My next hunches are tapeworm or eating too much squash and other healthy vegetables. Educated or uneducated medical opinions are currently being accepted.

Henry enjoys a train ride from Kaptain Kirby's Express as two clowns stand in the distance. This was a part of the festivities from the recent Ki-Chi-Saga Days in Chisago City. There was also a disease ridden petting zoo and some huge inflatable slides and that kind of stuff.

Mama takes Violet and Henry for a ride with Kaptain Kirby.

This is an old picture from Henry's birthday bash. Auntie Em made Henry a sweet robot costume.

Henry also enjoys dressing up as a bodybuilding pirate. He excels at mischief and general skullduggery. I think they just call it the terrible twos because it sounds better. It should actually be the terrible threes. Below, the toilet paper roll serves as his telescope.

Lately, Henry has been ending up sleeping in our room nearly every night which is getting pretty old. Henry also got a much needed haircut from Poik this weekend.

We got two new goats -- Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton. I have some pictures on my other computer. I will try to get some up on the next post.

Violet is walking all over the joint now and is starting to jibber jabber and talk more.