Probably the Most I Will Ever Mention Squeegeeing...

It is utterly mind-blowing how grown up Henry is. He started taking showers. He still usually takes baths but this is all happening too fast. He takes special pride in mastering the mandatory post-shower squeegeeing of the shower door. Monitoring the squeegee situation reminded me of the Sienfeld episode regarding good naked vs. bad naked. Squeegeeing a shower door falls into the latter category.

The other thing is that he totally mocks me. He will run off and put on some of my clothes or shoes or socks or whatever and then stomp around yelling "OH, I'M JERE! I'M DADDY!" I just love that he can already bust my chops and already finds me to be mockable and ridiculous. Below he is mocking me and flexing his muscles for the camera all at the same time. (Note: I bought the "Johnson" stocking cap at a thrift storeto be ironic since my last name is Johnson and all. I don't think I have gone a day wearing it without being approached by an excited St. Paul Johnson Alumni.)

For some reason it is high comedy for both of the kids to put on my grotty athletic socks.

Possibly the best Henry quote ever: "Dad, don't look at me for two minutes -- I'm going to do something dangerous."

Close second: "Dad, you freak me out." He told me this because I picked out an outfit for him that offended his sensibilities.

Violet loves getting dressed in her winter gear but doesn't always like getting out of her jam-jams and into her regular clothes for the morning. Violet is the least lactose intolerant person I know in the world. I think she could knock down a gallon of milk and a 5 lb. block of cheese if we let her. Her attitude is starting to show. She will sometimes try to hit when she doesn't get her way. We still love her despite the violence.

Daddy is a Loser

Henry loves to climb on the railings.

Henry waking up in the middle of the night and coming downstairs to sleep on the floor in our room had basically become an every night thing and was starting to take it's toll on mama and I. To top it off, usually he would wake up again at about three or four o'clock and weasel his way into our bed. We decided it was time to stop the insanity and regain control of our nights. The situation took about three or four nights to get under control but now he sleeps through the night in his own bed. One of nights during that transition he was having a crying fit and I told him that he had to stay up in his room and tough it out like a big boy. He was crying hysterically and started saying "Daddy is a leeeewwwwsssssserrrrrrrr... Da-daddy iss a lewwwwwssserrrr".

Violet and Henry can be very sweet and playful together but Henry knows how to push her buttons and it can turn into...

this pretty quick.

We were out of sippy cups so Henry had a little bedtime sip of milk from a shot glass.

I'm 70% sure Violet is a genius. She can count to five and can say the alphabet and she can yell at our dog and tell him to get in the mudroom when he get unruly or too gassy.

One morning Henry came into our bedroom and I was still in bed. He had a DVD case in his hand and asked me "Dad, is this movie appropriate for kids?" The movie in question was Redneck Zombies.

Henry scolded me for talking to him while he was coming down the stairs. He said "Dad, don't talk to me. I am trying to focus on the stairs right now."