...took the wagon and went across the street to the field to pick up rocks.
Sometimes dad goes to great lengths to get big rocks.
Then the best part. We threw them over the bridge into the water and they SPLASHED.
Then we went home and mowed.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
This morning we...
...took the wagon and went across the street to the field to pick up rocks.Sometimes dad goes to great lengths to get big rocks.Then the best part. We threw them over the bridge into the water and they SPLASHED.
Then we went home and mowed.
This morning we...
...took the wagon and went across the street to the field to pick up rocks.
Sometimes dad goes to great lengths to get big rocks.
Then the best part. We threw them over the bridge into the water and they SPLASHED.
Then we went home and mowed.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Henry's all better now, and mom and dad are all better, and sleep is once again plentiful. Not perfect, but enough. He woke up way too early this morning and I tried to coax him back to sleep but he kept sitting up and kissing and hugging me. He'd pat me on the shoulder and say, "Mama. I love you." I mean, COME ON! Does it get any better? He got ten hours sleep --he normally needs 12, but he seemed okay. Justin went to have lunch with him at school and he said he was having a grand old time with his friends.
Yesterday, Henry took a two hour nap. I kept listening on the monitor for him to wake up and finally I heard some Henry gibberish. I walked in his room and he got SO PISSED OFF. He started flinging himself around and saying NO NO! and pushed me and took swings at me. I was so confused. I asked him several things and he kept getting madder and madder and finally I said, "You want mama to go bye-bye?" and he stopped freaking out and said as calm and sweetly as ever, "Bye bye mama". So I walked out and waited in the other room while he went back to talking to his sheet, or whatever he was doing, and after a minute he called out "Mama!" all happy.
Henry is a really good dancer, folks. I need to get some footage on here ASAP.
What else....Henry is still kissing and hugging us like it's his job. He will smooch his face into ours so hard and when he pulls back he leaves this glob of either spit or snot on our cheek. Awwwwww.
He's on a verbal rampage still. I guess it will just keep going. He seems to learn several new words a day and constantly springs them on us as if he's always said them. He is singing too now. He can sing the Wheels on the Bus pretty well. I gotta get a recording of it.
Oh yeah, big news. Henry can count to 10. He does not do it all at once, though. He will be playing with play doh and then say "6,7,8,9" for no reason. He loves to say 1,2,3 GO!
I've probably already written this..but he can recognize O, A, H and E.
My favorite words of his are :di-woh-woh (dinosaur), bass with dada (bath with dad), all done, and waterwaterwaterwater (he wants some water, and he wants it now).
Yesterday, Henry took a two hour nap. I kept listening on the monitor for him to wake up and finally I heard some Henry gibberish. I walked in his room and he got SO PISSED OFF. He started flinging himself around and saying NO NO! and pushed me and took swings at me. I was so confused. I asked him several things and he kept getting madder and madder and finally I said, "You want mama to go bye-bye?" and he stopped freaking out and said as calm and sweetly as ever, "Bye bye mama". So I walked out and waited in the other room while he went back to talking to his sheet, or whatever he was doing, and after a minute he called out "Mama!" all happy.
Henry is a really good dancer, folks. I need to get some footage on here ASAP.
What else....Henry is still kissing and hugging us like it's his job. He will smooch his face into ours so hard and when he pulls back he leaves this glob of either spit or snot on our cheek. Awwwwww.
He's on a verbal rampage still. I guess it will just keep going. He seems to learn several new words a day and constantly springs them on us as if he's always said them. He is singing too now. He can sing the Wheels on the Bus pretty well. I gotta get a recording of it.
Oh yeah, big news. Henry can count to 10. He does not do it all at once, though. He will be playing with play doh and then say "6,7,8,9" for no reason. He loves to say 1,2,3 GO!
I've probably already written this..but he can recognize O, A, H and E.
My favorite words of his are :di-woh-woh (dinosaur), bass with dada (bath with dad), all done, and waterwaterwaterwater (he wants some water, and he wants it now).
Henry's all better now, and mom and dad are all better, and sleep is once again plentiful. Not perfect, but enough. He woke up way too early this morning and I tried to coax him back to sleep but he kept sitting up and kissing and hugging me. He'd pat me on the shoulder and say, "Mama. I love you." I mean, COME ON! Does it get any better? He got ten hours sleep --he normally needs 12, but he seemed okay. Justin went to have lunch with him at school and he said he was having a grand old time with his friends.
Yesterday, Henry took a two hour nap. I kept listening on the monitor for him to wake up and finally I heard some Henry gibberish. I walked in his room and he got SO PISSED OFF. He started flinging himself around and saying NO NO! and pushed me and took swings at me. I was so confused. I asked him several things and he kept getting madder and madder and finally I said, "You want mama to go bye-bye?" and he stopped freaking out and said as calm and sweetly as ever, "Bye bye mama". So I walked out and waited in the other room while he went back to talking to his sheet, or whatever he was doing, and after a minute he called out "Mama!" all happy.
Henry is a really good dancer, folks. I need to get some footage on here ASAP.
What else....Henry is still kissing and hugging us like it's his job. He will smooch his face into ours so hard and when he pulls back he leaves this glob of either spit or snot on our cheek. Awwwwww.
He's on a verbal rampage still. I guess it will just keep going. He seems to learn several new words a day and constantly springs them on us as if he's always said them. He is singing too now. He can sing the Wheels on the Bus pretty well. I gotta get a recording of it.
Oh yeah, big news. Henry can count to 10. He does not do it all at once, though. He will be playing with play doh and then say "6,7,8,9" for no reason. He loves to say 1,2,3 GO!
I've probably already written this..but he can recognize O, A, H and E.
My favorite words of his are :di-woh-woh (dinosaur), bass with dada (bath with dad), all done, and waterwaterwaterwater (he wants some water, and he wants it now).
Yesterday, Henry took a two hour nap. I kept listening on the monitor for him to wake up and finally I heard some Henry gibberish. I walked in his room and he got SO PISSED OFF. He started flinging himself around and saying NO NO! and pushed me and took swings at me. I was so confused. I asked him several things and he kept getting madder and madder and finally I said, "You want mama to go bye-bye?" and he stopped freaking out and said as calm and sweetly as ever, "Bye bye mama". So I walked out and waited in the other room while he went back to talking to his sheet, or whatever he was doing, and after a minute he called out "Mama!" all happy.
Henry is a really good dancer, folks. I need to get some footage on here ASAP.
What else....Henry is still kissing and hugging us like it's his job. He will smooch his face into ours so hard and when he pulls back he leaves this glob of either spit or snot on our cheek. Awwwwww.
He's on a verbal rampage still. I guess it will just keep going. He seems to learn several new words a day and constantly springs them on us as if he's always said them. He is singing too now. He can sing the Wheels on the Bus pretty well. I gotta get a recording of it.
Oh yeah, big news. Henry can count to 10. He does not do it all at once, though. He will be playing with play doh and then say "6,7,8,9" for no reason. He loves to say 1,2,3 GO!
I've probably already written this..but he can recognize O, A, H and E.
My favorite words of his are :di-woh-woh (dinosaur), bass with dada (bath with dad), all done, and waterwaterwaterwater (he wants some water, and he wants it now).
Monday, January 26, 2009
Henry's better
This whole last week has gone down as probably one of the hardest for us since the time Henry was a newborn. He was just so sick and miserable and we both then got sick and were so tired and irritable. All I could think of was "Who gave this to my baby?"!!!!!
Well, today I took Henry to school. He is all better (but I'm still in the thick of it. I got maybe 3 hours sleep last night. I can not stop coughing. I finally resorted to pouring honey down my throat, repeatedly--it worked). Anyway, there were only two kids there. I asked where everyone was and the teacher told me they were all sick. I was surprised to hear this because I truly did not think Henry got croup from one of his classmates since he was not sick until Wednesday morning and he had not been in school since Friday the week before. Well, one of the dad's came to drop off his daughter who had been out all last week too and he was explaining his daughter had croup. And at that moment it all flooded back to me. IT WAS THEM! On that very Friday the week before there was one little girl who appeared to be miserable (this guys daughter). She woke up crying and begging for her mama and the teacher said her mom told her that she did not sleep at all the night before. HELLO?! THAT MEANS YOUR KID IS SICK!!!!
I pretty much told this guy his kid gave mine croup and wiped out the whole class. He sincerely apologized and we commiserated about the hell we've been through this last week. He seemed like a nice guy. But still--if your kid doesn't sleep all night, it means they're getting sick and YOU DON'T TAKE THEM TO SCHOOL.
We've been pretty much housebound for a week and out of desperation we went to the mall on Saturday. It's close, there's a train to ride, it got us out, we got Henry some new shoes and pushed him around in a car-cart. He loves "driving" those things. It was actually fun. Who knew?
Well, today I took Henry to school. He is all better (but I'm still in the thick of it. I got maybe 3 hours sleep last night. I can not stop coughing. I finally resorted to pouring honey down my throat, repeatedly--it worked). Anyway, there were only two kids there. I asked where everyone was and the teacher told me they were all sick. I was surprised to hear this because I truly did not think Henry got croup from one of his classmates since he was not sick until Wednesday morning and he had not been in school since Friday the week before. Well, one of the dad's came to drop off his daughter who had been out all last week too and he was explaining his daughter had croup. And at that moment it all flooded back to me. IT WAS THEM! On that very Friday the week before there was one little girl who appeared to be miserable (this guys daughter). She woke up crying and begging for her mama and the teacher said her mom told her that she did not sleep at all the night before. HELLO?! THAT MEANS YOUR KID IS SICK!!!!
I pretty much told this guy his kid gave mine croup and wiped out the whole class. He sincerely apologized and we commiserated about the hell we've been through this last week. He seemed like a nice guy. But still--if your kid doesn't sleep all night, it means they're getting sick and YOU DON'T TAKE THEM TO SCHOOL.
We've been pretty much housebound for a week and out of desperation we went to the mall on Saturday. It's close, there's a train to ride, it got us out, we got Henry some new shoes and pushed him around in a car-cart. He loves "driving" those things. It was actually fun. Who knew?
Henry's better
This whole last week has gone down as probably one of the hardest for us since the time Henry was a newborn. He was just so sick and miserable and we both then got sick and were so tired and irritable. All I could think of was "Who gave this to my baby?"!!!!!
Well, today I took Henry to school. He is all better (but I'm still in the thick of it. I got maybe 3 hours sleep last night. I can not stop coughing. I finally resorted to pouring honey down my throat, repeatedly--it worked). Anyway, there were only two kids there. I asked where everyone was and the teacher told me they were all sick. I was surprised to hear this because I truly did not think Henry got croup from one of his classmates since he was not sick until Wednesday morning and he had not been in school since Friday the week before. Well, one of the dad's came to drop off his daughter who had been out all last week too and he was explaining his daughter had croup. And at that moment it all flooded back to me. IT WAS THEM! On that very Friday the week before there was one little girl who appeared to be miserable (this guys daughter). She woke up crying and begging for her mama and the teacher said her mom told her that she did not sleep at all the night before. HELLO?! THAT MEANS YOUR KID IS SICK!!!!
I pretty much told this guy his kid gave mine croup and wiped out the whole class. He sincerely apologized and we commiserated about the hell we've been through this last week. He seemed like a nice guy. But still--if your kid doesn't sleep all night, it means they're getting sick and YOU DON'T TAKE THEM TO SCHOOL.
We've been pretty much housebound for a week and out of desperation we went to the mall on Saturday. It's close, there's a train to ride, it got us out, we got Henry some new shoes and pushed him around in a car-cart. He loves "driving" those things. It was actually fun. Who knew?
Well, today I took Henry to school. He is all better (but I'm still in the thick of it. I got maybe 3 hours sleep last night. I can not stop coughing. I finally resorted to pouring honey down my throat, repeatedly--it worked). Anyway, there were only two kids there. I asked where everyone was and the teacher told me they were all sick. I was surprised to hear this because I truly did not think Henry got croup from one of his classmates since he was not sick until Wednesday morning and he had not been in school since Friday the week before. Well, one of the dad's came to drop off his daughter who had been out all last week too and he was explaining his daughter had croup. And at that moment it all flooded back to me. IT WAS THEM! On that very Friday the week before there was one little girl who appeared to be miserable (this guys daughter). She woke up crying and begging for her mama and the teacher said her mom told her that she did not sleep at all the night before. HELLO?! THAT MEANS YOUR KID IS SICK!!!!
I pretty much told this guy his kid gave mine croup and wiped out the whole class. He sincerely apologized and we commiserated about the hell we've been through this last week. He seemed like a nice guy. But still--if your kid doesn't sleep all night, it means they're getting sick and YOU DON'T TAKE THEM TO SCHOOL.
We've been pretty much housebound for a week and out of desperation we went to the mall on Saturday. It's close, there's a train to ride, it got us out, we got Henry some new shoes and pushed him around in a car-cart. He loves "driving" those things. It was actually fun. Who knew?
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Henry is sick
Very sick. He has croup. High fever. Snot everywhere. Barking horrible cough. He is miserable and he can't sleep very long without being woken up by his coughing. Then he cries because it hurts him and he's scared and he's so tired. The fever is the worst though.
Justin and I are taking shifts "sleeping" with him. I had to go to bed at 8 last night just so I could get about 6.5 hours sleep (all broken up).
Poor little guy. Poor mom and dad. It was a good run though, he hasn't been sick since September.
Justin and I are taking shifts "sleeping" with him. I had to go to bed at 8 last night just so I could get about 6.5 hours sleep (all broken up).
Poor little guy. Poor mom and dad. It was a good run though, he hasn't been sick since September.
Henry is sick
Very sick. He has croup. High fever. Snot everywhere. Barking horrible cough. He is miserable and he can't sleep very long without being woken up by his coughing. Then he cries because it hurts him and he's scared and he's so tired. The fever is the worst though.
Justin and I are taking shifts "sleeping" with him. I had to go to bed at 8 last night just so I could get about 6.5 hours sleep (all broken up).
Poor little guy. Poor mom and dad. It was a good run though, he hasn't been sick since September.
Justin and I are taking shifts "sleeping" with him. I had to go to bed at 8 last night just so I could get about 6.5 hours sleep (all broken up).
Poor little guy. Poor mom and dad. It was a good run though, he hasn't been sick since September.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Images from an Inauguration...from the everyday people
Images from an Inauguration...from the everyday people
Thursday, January 15, 2009
20 Months
Henry turned 20 months yesterday. Wow, I say.
The words just keep a comin'. Yesterday he came up to me with one of his cars and said, "broke. dada fix." and I saw that the top had popped off. I told him yes, dada would fix it. (Why not mama?). Today when he was shooting baskets he kept missing and he'd say "ohhhh...almost". Very cute.
This morning I was taking a shower and he usually plays cars in the hallway outside the bathroom while I do this. We talk the whole time so I can keep tabs on him but today he decided to take the opportunity to explore. I was up to my eyes in shampoo yelling, "Heeeen---reeeeeeeeeey" and he would say "maaaaaaaaa maaaaaaaaa" but he sounded pretty far away. Finally he showed up with a bottle of perfume in his hands, and he smelled lovely. We had to do a hand and arm soak in vinegar and soap to get the smell out of his skin. Yay! This was all under the guise of a car-wash. We washed all his matchbox cars in the solution as well. He had a fantastic time.
Yesterday Henry was at his nursery school for two hours. They said he got upset when they went from inside to outside but otherwise he was fine. He cried when I left and of course I felt badly but at the same time I felt relief to have the break. I had never one time felt that way before. I think it's a good thing. I actually even had such thoughts as "Deal with it, kid" as I was walking away. I guess I felt that way because that place is so awesome. Any kid would be happy to be there. I'll have to post the little video I shot there with my phone. They're all at the table coloring and listening to music. It's very sweet.
Speaking of sweet, I'm getting massive affection from Henry lately. He practically made out with my leg this morning as I was brushing my hair. I knelt down and he hugged me very tightly and then he gave me like 5 kisses. I told him thank you and he gave me this HUGE proud grin. Then he told me he wanted to watch some helicopters (El-cot-tee) on the computer (ooter).
In other news, we discovered Henry loves the shit out of black olives.
The words just keep a comin'. Yesterday he came up to me with one of his cars and said, "broke. dada fix." and I saw that the top had popped off. I told him yes, dada would fix it. (Why not mama?). Today when he was shooting baskets he kept missing and he'd say "ohhhh...almost". Very cute.
This morning I was taking a shower and he usually plays cars in the hallway outside the bathroom while I do this. We talk the whole time so I can keep tabs on him but today he decided to take the opportunity to explore. I was up to my eyes in shampoo yelling, "Heeeen---reeeeeeeeeey" and he would say "maaaaaaaaa maaaaaaaaa" but he sounded pretty far away. Finally he showed up with a bottle of perfume in his hands, and he smelled lovely. We had to do a hand and arm soak in vinegar and soap to get the smell out of his skin. Yay! This was all under the guise of a car-wash. We washed all his matchbox cars in the solution as well. He had a fantastic time.
Yesterday Henry was at his nursery school for two hours. They said he got upset when they went from inside to outside but otherwise he was fine. He cried when I left and of course I felt badly but at the same time I felt relief to have the break. I had never one time felt that way before. I think it's a good thing. I actually even had such thoughts as "Deal with it, kid" as I was walking away. I guess I felt that way because that place is so awesome. Any kid would be happy to be there. I'll have to post the little video I shot there with my phone. They're all at the table coloring and listening to music. It's very sweet.
Speaking of sweet, I'm getting massive affection from Henry lately. He practically made out with my leg this morning as I was brushing my hair. I knelt down and he hugged me very tightly and then he gave me like 5 kisses. I told him thank you and he gave me this HUGE proud grin. Then he told me he wanted to watch some helicopters (El-cot-tee) on the computer (ooter).
In other news, we discovered Henry loves the shit out of black olives.
20 Months
Henry turned 20 months yesterday. Wow, I say.
The words just keep a comin'. Yesterday he came up to me with one of his cars and said, "broke. dada fix." and I saw that the top had popped off. I told him yes, dada would fix it. (Why not mama?). Today when he was shooting baskets he kept missing and he'd say "ohhhh...almost". Very cute.
This morning I was taking a shower and he usually plays cars in the hallway outside the bathroom while I do this. We talk the whole time so I can keep tabs on him but today he decided to take the opportunity to explore. I was up to my eyes in shampoo yelling, "Heeeen---reeeeeeeeeey" and he would say "maaaaaaaaa maaaaaaaaa" but he sounded pretty far away. Finally he showed up with a bottle of perfume in his hands, and he smelled lovely. We had to do a hand and arm soak in vinegar and soap to get the smell out of his skin. Yay! This was all under the guise of a car-wash. We washed all his matchbox cars in the solution as well. He had a fantastic time.
Yesterday Henry was at his nursery school for two hours. They said he got upset when they went from inside to outside but otherwise he was fine. He cried when I left and of course I felt badly but at the same time I felt relief to have the break. I had never one time felt that way before. I think it's a good thing. I actually even had such thoughts as "Deal with it, kid" as I was walking away. I guess I felt that way because that place is so awesome. Any kid would be happy to be there. I'll have to post the little video I shot there with my phone. They're all at the table coloring and listening to music. It's very sweet.
Speaking of sweet, I'm getting massive affection from Henry lately. He practically made out with my leg this morning as I was brushing my hair. I knelt down and he hugged me very tightly and then he gave me like 5 kisses. I told him thank you and he gave me this HUGE proud grin. Then he told me he wanted to watch some helicopters (El-cot-tee) on the computer (ooter).
In other news, we discovered Henry loves the shit out of black olives.
The words just keep a comin'. Yesterday he came up to me with one of his cars and said, "broke. dada fix." and I saw that the top had popped off. I told him yes, dada would fix it. (Why not mama?). Today when he was shooting baskets he kept missing and he'd say "ohhhh...almost". Very cute.
This morning I was taking a shower and he usually plays cars in the hallway outside the bathroom while I do this. We talk the whole time so I can keep tabs on him but today he decided to take the opportunity to explore. I was up to my eyes in shampoo yelling, "Heeeen---reeeeeeeeeey" and he would say "maaaaaaaaa maaaaaaaaa" but he sounded pretty far away. Finally he showed up with a bottle of perfume in his hands, and he smelled lovely. We had to do a hand and arm soak in vinegar and soap to get the smell out of his skin. Yay! This was all under the guise of a car-wash. We washed all his matchbox cars in the solution as well. He had a fantastic time.
Yesterday Henry was at his nursery school for two hours. They said he got upset when they went from inside to outside but otherwise he was fine. He cried when I left and of course I felt badly but at the same time I felt relief to have the break. I had never one time felt that way before. I think it's a good thing. I actually even had such thoughts as "Deal with it, kid" as I was walking away. I guess I felt that way because that place is so awesome. Any kid would be happy to be there. I'll have to post the little video I shot there with my phone. They're all at the table coloring and listening to music. It's very sweet.
Speaking of sweet, I'm getting massive affection from Henry lately. He practically made out with my leg this morning as I was brushing my hair. I knelt down and he hugged me very tightly and then he gave me like 5 kisses. I told him thank you and he gave me this HUGE proud grin. Then he told me he wanted to watch some helicopters (El-cot-tee) on the computer (ooter).
In other news, we discovered Henry loves the shit out of black olives.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
First Attempt at Korean....
..and it went surprisingly well.
The chopsticks were definitely a hit. I am sure he is wondering why we've been messing around with anything other than the sticks, but some things are hard to explain.
And yesterday we had Indian food and that was also a success. He ate the dog out of of the tandori chicken. Sorry, no photos.
And my wife does own a hairbrush. Just not on the weekends.
The chopsticks were definitely a hit. I am sure he is wondering why we've been messing around with anything other than the sticks, but some things are hard to explain.
And yesterday we had Indian food and that was also a success. He ate the dog out of of the tandori chicken. Sorry, no photos.
And my wife does own a hairbrush. Just not on the weekends.
First Attempt at Korean....
..and it went surprisingly well.
The chopsticks were definitely a hit. I am sure he is wondering why we've been messing around with anything other than the sticks, but some things are hard to explain.
And yesterday we had Indian food and that was also a success. He ate the dog out of of the tandori chicken. Sorry, no photos.
And my wife does own a hairbrush. Just not on the weekends.
The chopsticks were definitely a hit. I am sure he is wondering why we've been messing around with anything other than the sticks, but some things are hard to explain.
And yesterday we had Indian food and that was also a success. He ate the dog out of of the tandori chicken. Sorry, no photos.
And my wife does own a hairbrush. Just not on the weekends.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Better today
Today was our third try at nursery school (he only goes 3 times a week). I was dreading today all day yesterday, but it turned out okay.
I dropped him off around 10 and I did not get nauseous but I listened to him cry "mama, mama" after I left. But the teacher began reading a fire truck book to him, so that distracted him enough for me to feel it was okay to leave. I went to the gym, I went to the doctor to get his shot record, I went grocery shopping, and then I came back for him (about 2 hours later). They were all eating lunch. He was sitting next to his teacher and he seemed happy. He saw me come in and said "Mama!" with a HUGE smile. He got out of his chair and came over to hug me. The teacher said he did much better today.
Henry and I spent the rest of the day alone, just us. We danced, giggled, played with toys, and took a nap together. I rolled over and passed out and when I woke up he was all pressed up against me. When he woke up he kissed me and said "mama" with this adorable grin. I felt so relieved to have him back with me, especially after my trip to Central Market this morning. All these mom's had their kids with them and I felt like I was missing my arm or something. Like I wasn't really a mom like them anymore:-(
I dropped him off around 10 and I did not get nauseous but I listened to him cry "mama, mama" after I left. But the teacher began reading a fire truck book to him, so that distracted him enough for me to feel it was okay to leave. I went to the gym, I went to the doctor to get his shot record, I went grocery shopping, and then I came back for him (about 2 hours later). They were all eating lunch. He was sitting next to his teacher and he seemed happy. He saw me come in and said "Mama!" with a HUGE smile. He got out of his chair and came over to hug me. The teacher said he did much better today.
Henry and I spent the rest of the day alone, just us. We danced, giggled, played with toys, and took a nap together. I rolled over and passed out and when I woke up he was all pressed up against me. When he woke up he kissed me and said "mama" with this adorable grin. I felt so relieved to have him back with me, especially after my trip to Central Market this morning. All these mom's had their kids with them and I felt like I was missing my arm or something. Like I wasn't really a mom like them anymore:-(
Better today
Today was our third try at nursery school (he only goes 3 times a week). I was dreading today all day yesterday, but it turned out okay.
I dropped him off around 10 and I did not get nauseous but I listened to him cry "mama, mama" after I left. But the teacher began reading a fire truck book to him, so that distracted him enough for me to feel it was okay to leave. I went to the gym, I went to the doctor to get his shot record, I went grocery shopping, and then I came back for him (about 2 hours later). They were all eating lunch. He was sitting next to his teacher and he seemed happy. He saw me come in and said "Mama!" with a HUGE smile. He got out of his chair and came over to hug me. The teacher said he did much better today.
Henry and I spent the rest of the day alone, just us. We danced, giggled, played with toys, and took a nap together. I rolled over and passed out and when I woke up he was all pressed up against me. When he woke up he kissed me and said "mama" with this adorable grin. I felt so relieved to have him back with me, especially after my trip to Central Market this morning. All these mom's had their kids with them and I felt like I was missing my arm or something. Like I wasn't really a mom like them anymore:-(
I dropped him off around 10 and I did not get nauseous but I listened to him cry "mama, mama" after I left. But the teacher began reading a fire truck book to him, so that distracted him enough for me to feel it was okay to leave. I went to the gym, I went to the doctor to get his shot record, I went grocery shopping, and then I came back for him (about 2 hours later). They were all eating lunch. He was sitting next to his teacher and he seemed happy. He saw me come in and said "Mama!" with a HUGE smile. He got out of his chair and came over to hug me. The teacher said he did much better today.
Henry and I spent the rest of the day alone, just us. We danced, giggled, played with toys, and took a nap together. I rolled over and passed out and when I woke up he was all pressed up against me. When he woke up he kissed me and said "mama" with this adorable grin. I felt so relieved to have him back with me, especially after my trip to Central Market this morning. All these mom's had their kids with them and I felt like I was missing my arm or something. Like I wasn't really a mom like them anymore:-(
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Two Hours
Yesterday was Henry's second day at his school. We got there at 9:00 and I stayed till 9:30--he seemed fine. I experienced the same nausea when leaving as before but this time I did not allow myself to cry. I got in my car and sucked it up. I went home and completed the lengthy work history document needed to apply for what's probably the only part-time counseling job in the city of Austin(some people call these "applications", except I'm not applying at the Red Lobster so I say work history document) . The damn thing took over an hour, then I went to the bank, and then I returned to the toddler nursing home to get Henry. I was gone TWO WHOLE HOURS.
I was excited to see that all the children were outside playing and my heart lept at the thought of seeing my sweet little boy playing with his new friends, but that fantasy quickly dissolved when I turned the corner and saw him sitting on his teachers lap with his woobie. OH NO! The woobie got pulled out (I told them to give it to him if he got sad). I walked over and the teacher handed him to me and I took over her place, holding him, only this time he was all nuzzled into me and burying his head in my neck. I saw that he had dried tear streaks down his cheeks and I felt AWFUL. The teacher told me he was fine indoors but when they walked outside to play he got really upset and was asking for me. I can only imagine what a heartbreaking scene that was. His little frantic cries, "Mama, mama!". It makes my stomach turn with grief. I am just not cut out for this world.
I was excited to see that all the children were outside playing and my heart lept at the thought of seeing my sweet little boy playing with his new friends, but that fantasy quickly dissolved when I turned the corner and saw him sitting on his teachers lap with his woobie. OH NO! The woobie got pulled out (I told them to give it to him if he got sad). I walked over and the teacher handed him to me and I took over her place, holding him, only this time he was all nuzzled into me and burying his head in my neck. I saw that he had dried tear streaks down his cheeks and I felt AWFUL. The teacher told me he was fine indoors but when they walked outside to play he got really upset and was asking for me. I can only imagine what a heartbreaking scene that was. His little frantic cries, "Mama, mama!". It makes my stomach turn with grief. I am just not cut out for this world.
Two Hours
Yesterday was Henry's second day at his school. We got there at 9:00 and I stayed till 9:30--he seemed fine. I experienced the same nausea when leaving as before but this time I did not allow myself to cry. I got in my car and sucked it up. I went home and completed the lengthy work history document needed to apply for what's probably the only part-time counseling job in the city of Austin(some people call these "applications", except I'm not applying at the Red Lobster so I say work history document) . The damn thing took over an hour, then I went to the bank, and then I returned to the toddler nursing home to get Henry. I was gone TWO WHOLE HOURS.
I was excited to see that all the children were outside playing and my heart lept at the thought of seeing my sweet little boy playing with his new friends, but that fantasy quickly dissolved when I turned the corner and saw him sitting on his teachers lap with his woobie. OH NO! The woobie got pulled out (I told them to give it to him if he got sad). I walked over and the teacher handed him to me and I took over her place, holding him, only this time he was all nuzzled into me and burying his head in my neck. I saw that he had dried tear streaks down his cheeks and I felt AWFUL. The teacher told me he was fine indoors but when they walked outside to play he got really upset and was asking for me. I can only imagine what a heartbreaking scene that was. His little frantic cries, "Mama, mama!". It makes my stomach turn with grief. I am just not cut out for this world.
I was excited to see that all the children were outside playing and my heart lept at the thought of seeing my sweet little boy playing with his new friends, but that fantasy quickly dissolved when I turned the corner and saw him sitting on his teachers lap with his woobie. OH NO! The woobie got pulled out (I told them to give it to him if he got sad). I walked over and the teacher handed him to me and I took over her place, holding him, only this time he was all nuzzled into me and burying his head in my neck. I saw that he had dried tear streaks down his cheeks and I felt AWFUL. The teacher told me he was fine indoors but when they walked outside to play he got really upset and was asking for me. I can only imagine what a heartbreaking scene that was. His little frantic cries, "Mama, mama!". It makes my stomach turn with grief. I am just not cut out for this world.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
1 hour and 15 minutes
So, yesterday was Henry's first day of school. He's going to an episcopal day school near our house. It's a beautiful campus, woodsy and rustic. The cottages look like Hansel and Gretel lived in them, and the play yard is enormous, shaded and has tons of cool things to play on. There are only 30 kids in the whole school and many of the teachers have been there for decades. The director has a masters in education from Duke and she has a son named Henry too. I really liked her. They have music class (the teacher is a former opera singer from Hungary--she's slightly overqualified) and they attend chapel once a week. This is good for Henry so he can be exposed to other deities besides the Giant Spaghetti Monster (mine and Justin's lord).
The ratio at Henry's school is 5:1, but it's actually better than that since it's really rare that all the kids are there and then there's the ones who leave early or come late. I'm really happy with the arrangement. He will be attending M, W, and F and probably no more than 2-3 hours until I find a job, and then he will probably stay 10-15 hrs a week. This is the same amt. of time a lot of the other kids are there too so I feel like he won't be the only one who's not there much.
The kids in Henry's class have interesting names. Some examples are Tenoc, Emiliano, Milan, Harper (a girl). They're very sweet and seemed pretty docile like Henry. Henry is unfortunately the youngest, by like 6 months. However, he is the same size, if not bigger and he actually says just as many or more words (according to the teachers). Still, I worry.
I spent the morning there with Henry so he could get used to it and feel comfortable since I was there. Then we went home for lunch and nap, and then we went back in the afternoon and after about 30 minutes I left him there for an hour and 15 minutes. You would have thought I'd handed him over to the Nazi's (like in Sophie's Choice) the way I sobbed in the car pulling out of there. I thought I was actually going to vomit. Luckily my gym is across the street and I worked out the whole time. I got to see the footage of Obama arriving in DC and that made me ver klempt again.
When I went back to get Henry I spied on him through the window. He was playing airplane in his usual manner (totally oblivious of everything else around him). I went in his classroom and stood for several seconds before he noticed me. When he did he reached his hand up and said, "Nut!" revealing a soggy almond that had been stowed away in his palm for god knows how long. Then I swooped him out of there like it was a hazmat site, and we rode off into the sunset...
The ratio at Henry's school is 5:1, but it's actually better than that since it's really rare that all the kids are there and then there's the ones who leave early or come late. I'm really happy with the arrangement. He will be attending M, W, and F and probably no more than 2-3 hours until I find a job, and then he will probably stay 10-15 hrs a week. This is the same amt. of time a lot of the other kids are there too so I feel like he won't be the only one who's not there much.
The kids in Henry's class have interesting names. Some examples are Tenoc, Emiliano, Milan, Harper (a girl). They're very sweet and seemed pretty docile like Henry. Henry is unfortunately the youngest, by like 6 months. However, he is the same size, if not bigger and he actually says just as many or more words (according to the teachers). Still, I worry.
I spent the morning there with Henry so he could get used to it and feel comfortable since I was there. Then we went home for lunch and nap, and then we went back in the afternoon and after about 30 minutes I left him there for an hour and 15 minutes. You would have thought I'd handed him over to the Nazi's (like in Sophie's Choice) the way I sobbed in the car pulling out of there. I thought I was actually going to vomit. Luckily my gym is across the street and I worked out the whole time. I got to see the footage of Obama arriving in DC and that made me ver klempt again.
When I went back to get Henry I spied on him through the window. He was playing airplane in his usual manner (totally oblivious of everything else around him). I went in his classroom and stood for several seconds before he noticed me. When he did he reached his hand up and said, "Nut!" revealing a soggy almond that had been stowed away in his palm for god knows how long. Then I swooped him out of there like it was a hazmat site, and we rode off into the sunset...
1 hour and 15 minutes
So, yesterday was Henry's first day of school. He's going to an episcopal day school near our house. It's a beautiful campus, woodsy and rustic. The cottages look like Hansel and Gretel lived in them, and the play yard is enormous, shaded and has tons of cool things to play on. There are only 30 kids in the whole school and many of the teachers have been there for decades. The director has a masters in education from Duke and she has a son named Henry too. I really liked her. They have music class (the teacher is a former opera singer from Hungary--she's slightly overqualified) and they attend chapel once a week. This is good for Henry so he can be exposed to other deities besides the Giant Spaghetti Monster (mine and Justin's lord).
The ratio at Henry's school is 5:1, but it's actually better than that since it's really rare that all the kids are there and then there's the ones who leave early or come late. I'm really happy with the arrangement. He will be attending M, W, and F and probably no more than 2-3 hours until I find a job, and then he will probably stay 10-15 hrs a week. This is the same amt. of time a lot of the other kids are there too so I feel like he won't be the only one who's not there much.
The kids in Henry's class have interesting names. Some examples are Tenoc, Emiliano, Milan, Harper (a girl). They're very sweet and seemed pretty docile like Henry. Henry is unfortunately the youngest, by like 6 months. However, he is the same size, if not bigger and he actually says just as many or more words (according to the teachers). Still, I worry.
I spent the morning there with Henry so he could get used to it and feel comfortable since I was there. Then we went home for lunch and nap, and then we went back in the afternoon and after about 30 minutes I left him there for an hour and 15 minutes. You would have thought I'd handed him over to the Nazi's (like in Sophie's Choice) the way I sobbed in the car pulling out of there. I thought I was actually going to vomit. Luckily my gym is across the street and I worked out the whole time. I got to see the footage of Obama arriving in DC and that made me ver klempt again.
When I went back to get Henry I spied on him through the window. He was playing airplane in his usual manner (totally oblivious of everything else around him). I went in his classroom and stood for several seconds before he noticed me. When he did he reached his hand up and said, "Nut!" revealing a soggy almond that had been stowed away in his palm for god knows how long. Then I swooped him out of there like it was a hazmat site, and we rode off into the sunset...
The ratio at Henry's school is 5:1, but it's actually better than that since it's really rare that all the kids are there and then there's the ones who leave early or come late. I'm really happy with the arrangement. He will be attending M, W, and F and probably no more than 2-3 hours until I find a job, and then he will probably stay 10-15 hrs a week. This is the same amt. of time a lot of the other kids are there too so I feel like he won't be the only one who's not there much.
The kids in Henry's class have interesting names. Some examples are Tenoc, Emiliano, Milan, Harper (a girl). They're very sweet and seemed pretty docile like Henry. Henry is unfortunately the youngest, by like 6 months. However, he is the same size, if not bigger and he actually says just as many or more words (according to the teachers). Still, I worry.
I spent the morning there with Henry so he could get used to it and feel comfortable since I was there. Then we went home for lunch and nap, and then we went back in the afternoon and after about 30 minutes I left him there for an hour and 15 minutes. You would have thought I'd handed him over to the Nazi's (like in Sophie's Choice) the way I sobbed in the car pulling out of there. I thought I was actually going to vomit. Luckily my gym is across the street and I worked out the whole time. I got to see the footage of Obama arriving in DC and that made me ver klempt again.
When I went back to get Henry I spied on him through the window. He was playing airplane in his usual manner (totally oblivious of everything else around him). I went in his classroom and stood for several seconds before he noticed me. When he did he reached his hand up and said, "Nut!" revealing a soggy almond that had been stowed away in his palm for god knows how long. Then I swooped him out of there like it was a hazmat site, and we rode off into the sunset...
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Busy day today...
First Justin gave Henry a haircut. Sorry, no pictures. Too much screaming was involved. Then we went to Henry's friend Joshua's 2nd birthday party at the Austin Children's Museum. The first thing you see when you walk in the door is a train set. So, that's where we were for the first 55 minutes until we finally convinced Henry to join the rest of the party (I told him there would be strawberries).
Then we ate.
Then we went home for nap and when we woke we went to the Lady Longhorns basketball game. Lamar (Lamar?) took a huge beating. Henry had fun sitting on my friend Kristine's lap, drinking his water and yelling "Basketball...YES!".
Then we drove home.
Then we ate.
Then we went home for nap and when we woke we went to the Lady Longhorns basketball game. Lamar (Lamar?) took a huge beating. Henry had fun sitting on my friend Kristine's lap, drinking his water and yelling "Basketball...YES!".
Then we drove home.
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