Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Mouthy boy.

I remember hearing before, in reference to having children- "You spent the first year of their life teaching them to walk and talk, and the next 17 years teaching them sit down and shut up." I have to say, I can't really disagree with that one. It is seriously a momentous occasion for Henry to sit in your lap (or even sit down for that matter). And the talking, oh the talking. He is one long series of what we, here in the Zuill household, like to refer to as Henry-isms.

"I outside!" while standing at the door looking pitiful.
"Bess ya!" (bless you)
"I see car!"
"I na mook" (I want milk)
"No-no, Ya-ya (Layla)"
"Mama/Daddy! A mess!" as he points out his dirty shoes or the watermelon juice dripping down his belly
"I see fla-has (flowers)!"

The boy is obsessed with flowers. Or weeds.

He's a boy of many words, and many means of entertaining himself. Latest Henry craze- stick your fingers in your ears and crack up at yourself.

The weather has finally gotten consistently warm enough around here that we've been spending a little time in the gardens. We spent some time in our own garden planting tomato and pepper plants. And eating dirt, apparently.

We met up with my brother and his family at the next garden on our agenda. There, Henry found something a little more tasty than dirt to sneak into his toddler mouth.

He wasn't great at hiding his evidence.

He was however, great at giving his mom cute photo ops with his cousin after the picking was done.

I did persuade Henry to add a few other things in with his menu of garden dirt and strawberries. Including a voluntary bite of broccoli. Hallelujah.

Last week we had some of our good friends from Memphis spend a few days with us. It had been far too long since we'd seen them, and this time they arrived with their adorable 3 month old son, Walker.

Although it did throw Henry out of his usual place in the spotlight, he did really well with Walker and handled it like a champ. Well, until he climbed into Walker's bouncy seat when we weren't looking.

We've had a couple of projects going on around our house for the last couple of weeks. One is involving a pretty big event that's going to be taking place before we know it!

And the other has to do with this. Wow.

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No matter how busy we are, we still try make plenty of time to go to the park or take long walks. Because as any of you with children know, the best way to get them to sleep well is to let them just wear themselves completely out. The park does that to Henry. Especially if it's followed up by playing paper airplanes with Daddy.

Thank you for stopping by to see what we've been up to!

Monday, April 9, 2012

Satisfying our cravings.

There is a little list of things that I have really looked forward to doing with Henry. Finally the weather has gotten warmer, and Henry has gotten older. It can definitly be a challenge to keep the boy busy during the winter months when you're trapped inside. But if you give us some sunshine and temperatures in the 70s and 80s we can find a whole slew of things to get into that will satisfy our spring cravings.

Adventures with water hoses and not a dry stitch of clothes.

When we said "Henry, get a drink!" we really didn't think he'd do it.

Watering the "fla-has" (flowers) and pushing wheelbarrows down the back alley behind the house.

I think it's somewhere in Tennessee State Law that if the temperature is above 80 degrees you're required to have a popsicle in hand (at least once or twice a week). We try not to break the law.

And just in case we are craving chocolate, Henry hooked us up with a whole bucket of goodies from the neighborhood Easter egg hunt.

Henry had never been to an egg hunt before. You couldn't tell it. When they yelled "Go!" and we set Henry on the ground to begin, he was running and snatching eggs off the ground quick enough to make your head spin. Mama's boy.

My niece, Ella Grace, came to the Easter egg hunt with us. I'm always able to get such great photos of this beautiful girl and just knew I'd get some of her during the hunt. I was wrong. Ella Grace was old enough to hunt with the big kids this year. And when they yelled "Go!" the chaos and competition that ensued looked like a scene from the "Hunger Games" movie. It was a competition of speed to get to the goods.

The next morning Henry woke up to a big basket of goodies waiting on the couch for him. Clearly he had no idea why this basket suddenly appeared. He really didn't seem too bothered about the reason but was very excited about his prizes.

Even though I think they are downright vile, I felt oddly obligated to put a package of disgusting blue Peeps in Henry's basket. I guess I wanted to see if he shared my point of view. He ate part of one with a weird look on his face. I think he agrees.

Friday night Will and I got a real live (non-family member) babysitter and went out to dinner with a group to celebrate our dear friend Kate's birthday. Henry did great with the sitter (it probably helped that his friend Jack was here with him) and we had a great meal with great company at Miller's Grocery in Christiana.

*thanks to Sarah for taking all the photos at Miller's!*

I swear these days it really seems like I take as many, if not more, photos with my phone than I do with anything else. I've been told that the best camera is the one you have with you.

*Latest hobby.
*Birthday girl Kate.
*He loves his piggyback rides.
*Officially a little boy.
*The bunny came!
*Refrigerator at Sarah & Patrick's Mule Day Extravaganza.
*Tree hugger.
*More "fla-ha" watering.
*Card night.
*Henry Two Spoons

*The last photo in the collage is the most significant. You may remember from this blog entry how excited a certain Brit in our house gets about Mule Day. The excitement starts in March and doesn't end until the last mule has clomped past us during the parade. I don't share the same enthusiasm, but I do like to see my Brit happy, so off we went to watch this year's parade. I was counting on Henry to do his thing. I 100% expected him to watch for a while, get restless and wiggly, and we would skip out about mid-parade because it's too hard to wrangle a bored toddler in a crowd that size. Nope. After a little initial exploring, Henry sat as still and as quiet as I have ever seen him, and watched every second of that parade. Daddy's boy. I'm never going to get to miss another Mule Day again, am I?