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..." :)
play a game together with Henry (while Wyatt eats the pieces), eat a special treat, watch a short video... the main point being that we are spending time together. Mom's not doing dishes or folding laundry, Dad is not trying to respond to work emails, Mom and Dad are not trying to have an "adult" conversation while Henry interrupts 50x's! :) Anyways... I guess family night started a little early on Saturday... I come out of the office and here is Jonathan completely entertaining the poor souls... I think Henry was in heaven and who knows what Wyatt was thinking. I'm sure he's wondering what planet his parents come from! Suffice it to say, we had a great time together and Henry was soooo excited that we all watched a video together. I must admit... if we do use TV/video, it's usually so us adults can get something done while the kids are "occupied." When we told him we were going to watch a video, Henry said, "Henry, Mommy, Daddy? Watch a video togedder? That's excidin'!!" It was so sweet... 
We've learned in our young lives that you have to have a sense of humor... we arrive home late Sunday evening from Florida. So thankful to still be alive and tan and going to be in our own beds... I walked in the house to a familiar but unidentifiable smell. It didn't matter - figured I must have left some old food in the garbage disposal or left a dirty diaper in the trash or left trash in the trash... something would explain the odor. But I was in a rush to put Wyatt in bed b/c he had fallen asleep in the car. I came back down and Jonathan said to me, "Too bad we didn't buy Wildwood." Strange comment... that was the original house we wanted to purchase, but it didn't work out. I said, "Why?" He said, "Because it didn't have a basement..." I was like... hmm... what does that mean... He sees my puzzled look and says, "Don't go down barefoot." And walks back outside... Oh NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! Of course, I rush downstairs. Everything is soaked... to make very long story short, we lost all of the carpet and padding. We had to rip it all up this morning - thankfully, Devon and one of our neighbors came over to help. Many calls to the insurance people, home warranty people, plumbers, etc. We think our sump pump failed. Anyways, after a good cry and conversation, the Lord granted us much grace and patience and gave us our humor -- and we moved forward. Oh well... our coffee maker is broken too. I think Jonathan is more upset about that!! Cuisinart's customer service manager is supposed to be calling us back to see if we can prove our date of purchase. Shoot... threw that receipt away 2 years ago!!!
