When we lived back at Mirimar, our good neighbors let us borrow Mr. Zippy - the green push toy. Henry started using it back when he first started walking. And now, Wyatt is using it! Mr. Zippy has long been a hit with all the children -- I'm not sure why... with his now missing eyes and his bright green body... BUT, nonetheless, he's like a kid magnet. So, THANK YOU Renshaw's! Someday, your grandkids will be very happy children when they come to visit you :)
This will be our family for the next few months. We started training for another half marathon - we're doing the Festival 500 in Indy. This has been a mental battle for me. When Jonathan is convincing me to do this, I have every excuse in the book as to why I can't = I'm too busy. I have two small kids. When do I run? It gets dark too early to run by myself. I'm too busy. If I run by myself with the kids, I have to push a jogging stroller and two kids which equals about 70lbs. If I wait to run with Jonathan, it's right during dinner time and it's getting late. I work part-time from home and already find it hard to get my work done. I'm too busy. I'm already tired. I don't want to get up earlier and go to bed later. On and on and on... BUT... I do want to spend more time with my husband enjoying a hobby. I do want to stay fit. I do want to practice self-discipline in all aspects of my life... my life as a believer in God's Word, my diet, my excercise, my family... Ahh!!!! Well, the funny thing is I didn't have to decide. My dear brother and his wife actually "surprised" us by entering us into the Festival 500 as a Christmas gift - paid our way. Merry Christmas Michelle! Aren't you so excited?? Oh gee... this should be fun. Suffice it to say, we have a plan... we have a plan... we have a plan... naptimes in the stroller on the wknds, evening runs, runs with friends, reading LOTS of Runner's World... it will work, right? Devon and Beth better watch out... paybacks are... well, they'll just have to wait and see... :)
That day at Walmart, I just said, "He'd love a sticker!!!" Grabbed it and got out!
I sent Henry upstairs the other day to get a pair of pants. He got his first ones wet from washing his hands, and he does not like to wear wet pants. After about 10 minutes, I went to the stairs to ask if he needed some help finding the bottom drawer. He said, "No, Henry's just makin' a mess." I thought... well, it can't be that bad. He's happy - so I'll let him continue in whatever he's doing... After another 20 minutes passed by and I hadn't heard anything, I thought it would be best to check on him. Here is what I found. Not that bad... I mean, look, he was literally cleaning his drawers! He had pulled all the clothes out and had a spray bottle. Too cute... we finally did manage to redress him.
I thought I read something recently that said research is showing that it is irrelevant how far your child sits from the TV. I'm going to trust that research... are you wondering why the TV is on the floor? It's a long story. Too long for the blog and not that interesting!
Yippee!! We finally got a winter storm! It was so great -- we loved it. Henry had fun playing outside with the little boy next door and sledding down the hill in the backyard. Wyatt loved it for a short while... :)
We had Anna over today. They are like two peas in a pod. After she went home, Henry told me Anna was his best friend. So sweet. This is completely off subject, but I need to document it somewhere. Lately, Henry has been saying stuff to us like, "Mommy, Henry's bottom is saying Henry needs a cookie." Or, "Mommy, Henry thinks Sprite (pronounced fwite) would be good for Henry's bottom." We keep wondering why he keeps referring to his bottom. We never say stuff like that "a cookie would be good for my bottom"! I figured it out today. We were eating breakfast and I gave him water with his oatmeal. He didn't look thrilled, and I said, "Henry, water is good for your body." And he said, "Yes, it is good for Henry's bottom." And I said, "No, your b-o-d-y." And he said, "Henry's bottom?" I said, "Where's your body?" He points to his rear end. And I said, "No, your BODY..." And he points to his rear end again. I say, "Henry, that is your bottom, not your body. Do you know where you body is?" And he just shrugged his shoulders and said Henry don't know... then took another bite of his oatmeal. Well, that answers that unknown. We will be sure to specify the difference b/t body and bottom now! :)
We were about an hour out from leaving for a b-day party when Jonathan said he wanted to fit in a quick run. So... fine... just please be home and showered in time to leave. Time is ticking while he is gone and I keep thinking, I can't believe he is running this long... at the same time, I'm thinking... it's strange he is running this long... maybe something happened. A few minutes later, he comes in the door limping and falls on the living room floor. Two blue pills and a bag of green beans later, he shows up to the birthday party late. Thankfully, it wasn't near as bad as he thought it was and wasn't near as bad as last year. We're getting ready to start training for a half-marathon, so he would have been very disappointed!
Born 7:58am, January 23, 2008 - 7lb. 12oz.
Have you ever read the book Owl Moon? Well, we have. I read this book to Henry a few days ago... we've read it before, but I guess something just clicked this time. He just insisted that when Daddy got home, he was going to take "Henry" owling. The premise of the book is a Pa who takes this little girl out owling. They go out into the woods on a cold snowy night... and they have to be real quiet. Then Pa hoots like an owl... and "sometimes you see an owl, and sometimes you don't..." of course, in the book, they do spot an owl. Anyways, Jonathan gets home and this is all we talk about through dinner. So, upon Henry's request, Jonathan takes him out. You know the routine... the socks, the boots, the snow pants, the snow coat, the gloves, the hat, the hood, the "please have hot choclate when Henry returns b/c Henry will be cold..." I was actually thinking... nice, 20 minutes to myself :) It couldn't have been more than 2 minutes before I hear crunching of snow and crying at the back door... what?? Here's Henry... with crocodile tears... Jonathan said he was too scared once they got back to the woods. He was telling Jonathan to please not hoot b/c he didn't want to see an owl. Abort mission. I'm sure our neighbors think we're freaks. Still so cute... for the past two days, Henry has been asking Jonathan to take him back out. He says, "But Henry DOES want to go owlin'." Jonathan says, "Not until you're 4 Henry..." :)
