Henry is finally seeing rain for the first time in his life, that he's aware of. It rained almost everyday the summer he was born. I remember spending many afternoons sitting on our porch watching the daily downpours. The grass and trees were so green that summer. I only remember it raining one time this past summer and it was at night so Henry didn't see it. Finally this week, Henry got to see REAL rain. Not sprinkles...but RAIN. He loved jumping in the puddles and laughed when the rain hit his face. His favorite was standing by the back door and seeing the rain pour off the roof in front of the door.
Today when I dropped Henry off at school they were having an assembly. A man from the Austin Zoo was there with several of his furry friends. As we walked in he was showing everyone a chinchilla. He started talking about how their fur is so soft and b/c of that they get KILLED. I wanted to cup Henry's ears. Come on! They were all 2-4 year olds...they don't even know what that means yet, right? Of course Henry wasn't exactly listening, he was too busy frantically pointing and yelling "See it!!! SEE IT!!!!". Henry immediately climbed into his teacher's lap when we got there so I was like, peace, see ya. So I missed the albino boa that Henry now keeps trying to tell me about.
Henry is still sleeping about the same. Only now I refuse to go in his room until 7AM and that has proven to be awesome. Awesome for me b/c I can turn off the monitor and not wake up every time he sneezes or coughs and I can get at least an hour more sleep than usual. I started doing this when the time changed (so it's really like 6AM so it's not that horrible, he can do it). If he's waking up before I go in there, he's sure not saying anything. I forgot to turn off the monitor this morning and I heard him turning over in his crib and talking to himself but he wasn't asking for me or crying or anything. I'm doing this now b/c he was getting really bad and waking at 5:30 and of course I'd go in their like a dummy and then he'd be super tired and miserable all day so I finally said enough is enough and now if he wakes up too early he falls right back to sleep. If he wakes up before 7 (say at like 6:45) he waits for me to come, without getting upset. So I'm not going to sweat it anymore.
In other sleep news, because of the time change we are now putting Henry to bed at 7:30, instead of 6:30. This is awesome because 1. It further justifies my new rule of not getting him out of his crib till 7:00. 2. We have more family time at night 3. We don't have to rush dinner or eat at 5 like senior citizens 4. We can actually do stuff at night like go out to eat or stay at playgroups longer than an hour. It's been really great so far.
What else... we got a Thomas the train table. Henry knows almost all the train names. His favorites are Percy, Gordon, Duck, Salty, and Rosie. Within a week of buying this train table Henry cracked his forehead on it while bending over. It's still lumpy there. Yesterday Henry was running around Leo's house while holding a toothbrush (nice one mom) and he slipped and fell and jammed the end of the toothbrush in his mouth and now he has a fat lip. Today he was running in the front room and fell and busted open this new fat lip. I gotta say, the worst part about this age is the constant accidents. There's not a day that goes by that he doesn't hit his head on something or fall and skin something. And the screaming and crying are just awful and there's no gauge for severity. It's all just full blown agony sounding when it may only be just a minor boo-boo. So you never know how serious anything is. He'll be screaming his head off and tears are just streaming down his face and you say, "Did you hit your head?" and he'll say, "Yeaaaaaaaaaaah" and it's this sobbing sad little yeah.
New sayings this week: "Me too". "My turn". "Look at me". I think I see a theme emerging.
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