Henry can count to 3. He can say all the letters in the alphabet and knows the alphabet song (if I stop singing it he fills in the words). He can eat with a spoon and fork. He can drink from a regular cup. He can stack things really high...10 and up on blocks, but his favorite is stacking matchbox cars (he can stack 4). He can open and close the door. He can go up and down steps but I prefer to hold his hand still. He loves to walk holding both mine and Justin's hand. He's still eating all the veggies and sleeping 13 or 13 1/2 hours on average (12 at night and 1 to 1.5 at nap). He has dropped the morning nap finally but still is going down by 6:30.
Personality-wise, he is still very manageable and not showing signs of the "terrible two's" yet. He can follow directions like "Don't go in the street", and he is pretty happy unless he has to share--which is normal for this age. We both enjoy being with him, a lot. He is really funny and sweet. I imagine all this will go out the window if he had a sibling, but anyway....so far so good.
He loves dancing to records (The Cars, The Beach Boys (barf), classic country, and some children's records. And friggin oldies. Henry K-LUVS his oldies, unfortunately. We gotta get some new records.
He likes playing with play-do and sidewalk chalk. He likes to play with his toys and especially balls, and he loves being with his friends and going to the playground. He likes it when I show him music videos on YouTube. Blondie, The Cars. Michael Jackson. He also likes to watch You Tube videos of other kids, and cars, planes, trains and helicopters.
So, as I've been saying, my memory is not what it used to be. I'm trying to write stuff down about this time in our lives so that one day I can look back and remember it. If not, I am absolutely certain I'd tell Henry things like, "Oh yeah, you were reading by 19 months" or some other asinine thing that adults tell their grown up children. Or in my case, that I didn't walk till I was 16 months old and I ate jarred baby food till I was 3---but those things are probably true.
So here's a day in the life of Henry:
Today he woke at 7. He played with his dad till 8 while I slept in (a heavenly treat while Justin has these 2 weeks off). Then Henry and I went over to his friend Moses's house (Henry says "Momo's ous") which is super convenient because they live a mile from our house. We walked over to the UT intramural fields with their dogs and threw rocks in the creek and played with cars in the giant mound of sand. They had snack together, played some more and then we went home for lunch and nap.
After nap we went to Starbucks and bought some overpriced cups of caffeinated sugar (courtesy of my mom---she always gives us Starbucks gift-cards) and then we went to the park nearby to play on the playground. Justin played truck with Henry while I chatted to another mom (this is the usual MO). And just a side note---what I love about living in central Austin is you go to the park and you have your usual hipster liberal uber-educated white parents playing there and then you'll have recently immigrated families from Mexico, you got your black kids, Asian kids...the whole she-bang. You go 5 miles North, South, East or West from where we were playing today (Mueller), and you lose that.
After the park we made my annual trip to the mall and cashed in my Dillards gift card (thanks again, mom). Henry went with his dad to throw pennies in the fountain and then he came back and helped me try on stuff. When it was time to pay he gave my purchase to the lady (it was a bra....let's not tell him that) and then we drove home.
At home we played catch in the street, fed the 352 outside cats Justin's accumulated, we brought our 30 bags of leaves to the curb (Henry helped) and then we ate dinner, took a bath, read books, rocked and nursed, and went to bed.
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