(Sometimes I wonder how I ever came up with material for my blog before becoming a parent. Hmmm...)
Henry is quite the spirited little guy. He comes up with new ways to entertain us all the time and he is FULL of opinions. Here's a list of a few things I know about Henry:
1. He refuses to eat almost everything I cook for him, but he drinks his bath water without hesitation. Bizarre? I think so.
2. In times of trouble there's only one thing better than Mommy. E-L-M-O.
3. Once dip is introduced, there's no going back. I did not know this prior to introducing dip.
4. Pooping right after a diaper change just makes sense.
5. Regardless of who you are, if you're standing near a light switch, he'll ask you to pick him 'dup'.
6. The sound of breakable objects hitting the wood floor is strangely satisfying to him.
7. If you let him, he'll swing all day.
8. There are only to types of animals in the world: birds and dogs. Just go with it.
9. School buses driving by our house bring ultimate delight.
10. Thankfully he hasn't learned the art of sneaking. I can tell he's doing something he's not supposed to because of the glee-filled squealing. His most common forbidden mission: Get through the laundry room door and dump the dog's water on the floor.
Friday, April 27, 2012
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
HELP!
Friday, April 20, 2012
it happened again
Remember about a year ago when I posted this conversation Dameon and I had regarding nursery rhymes?? Well, last night it happened again. Different topic, same type of confusion. I think this time it's a little more "you had to be there"-ish but I'll recap it for you (and for us to laugh at again later) and you can get the gist.
We got a new van a couple months back and it has a DVD player. We are pretty much in agreement that we don't want Henry to become dependent on watching movies when we're in the car, but sometimes it just gets to that point where you can't handle the whining. In such an instance, we have a standby Sesame Street dvd loaded and at the ready. Last night was one of those instances.
Now, when I was a kid, Sesame Street was by far my favorite show. We didn't have cable, so I think I pretty much watched every day and probably the same episode twice since it aired in the morning and the afternoon. I loved it. I still love it. Well, the old episodes from back in the day, anyway. And I know all the characters pretty well. I can even remember taking a field trip to IPTV at some point in my elementary school days. At that point I was too old to admit to my friends how much I loved Sesame Street, but I found myself hoping we were just going to stumble upon the real Sesame Street. You know, because it was real. You can probably imagine my disappointment at the end of that field trip.
ANYWAY, last night as we were driving home and Henry was glued to the screen, Dameon and I could overhear a sketch involving Oscar the Grouch. He was saying something that indicated he was not currently in his trash can. This is what got the ball rolling...
Dameon: What does Oscar look like when he's not in his can?
Me: Well, just like his normal self...except without the can. They don't really show his legs. Just the waist up.
Dameon: Oh, so just his tiny body?
Me: What?
Dameon: Like, just his stick body?
Me: No, he has a normal body. A normal muppet body.
Dameon: Oh, I thought he was really tiny.
Me: (for some reason this has already struck me as very funny, so I decide to press the poor guy for more information.) What else do you know about Sesame Street?
Dameon: Why?
Me: I just wanna know.
Dameon: Okay. Well. Snuffleupagus is an elephant.
Me: He's not an elephant.
Dameon: Well, he has tusks!
Me: No, he doesn't.
Dameon: Well, in my mind he does.
(and now I'm having a hard time containing my laughter)
Me: What else?
Dameon: There's the Count. He has one tooth and a monocle.
Me: He does NOT have one tooth! (and now we're almost home and the conversation ends.)
I can't wait to pick his brain again for more Sesame Street "facts". Poor guy. He must have forgotten he was dealing with an expert ;) **P.S. You can click on the words 'this conversation' at the beginning of this post if you need a little recap of our nursery rhyme exchange.**
We got a new van a couple months back and it has a DVD player. We are pretty much in agreement that we don't want Henry to become dependent on watching movies when we're in the car, but sometimes it just gets to that point where you can't handle the whining. In such an instance, we have a standby Sesame Street dvd loaded and at the ready. Last night was one of those instances.
Now, when I was a kid, Sesame Street was by far my favorite show. We didn't have cable, so I think I pretty much watched every day and probably the same episode twice since it aired in the morning and the afternoon. I loved it. I still love it. Well, the old episodes from back in the day, anyway. And I know all the characters pretty well. I can even remember taking a field trip to IPTV at some point in my elementary school days. At that point I was too old to admit to my friends how much I loved Sesame Street, but I found myself hoping we were just going to stumble upon the real Sesame Street. You know, because it was real. You can probably imagine my disappointment at the end of that field trip.
ANYWAY, last night as we were driving home and Henry was glued to the screen, Dameon and I could overhear a sketch involving Oscar the Grouch. He was saying something that indicated he was not currently in his trash can. This is what got the ball rolling...
Dameon: What does Oscar look like when he's not in his can?
Me: Well, just like his normal self...except without the can. They don't really show his legs. Just the waist up.
Dameon: Oh, so just his tiny body?
Me: What?
Dameon: Like, just his stick body?
Me: No, he has a normal body. A normal muppet body.
Dameon: Oh, I thought he was really tiny.
Me: (for some reason this has already struck me as very funny, so I decide to press the poor guy for more information.) What else do you know about Sesame Street?
Dameon: Why?
Me: I just wanna know.
Dameon: Okay. Well. Snuffleupagus is an elephant.
Me: He's not an elephant.
Dameon: Well, he has tusks!
Me: No, he doesn't.
Dameon: Well, in my mind he does.
(and now I'm having a hard time containing my laughter)
Me: What else?
Dameon: There's the Count. He has one tooth and a monocle.
Me: He does NOT have one tooth! (and now we're almost home and the conversation ends.)
I can't wait to pick his brain again for more Sesame Street "facts". Poor guy. He must have forgotten he was dealing with an expert ;) **P.S. You can click on the words 'this conversation' at the beginning of this post if you need a little recap of our nursery rhyme exchange.**
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
daddy's helper
Pretty sure Dameon's been dreaming of the day when his little pal could start helping him with projects. Henry doesn't quite get it yet and would rather smack the hosta with his watering can, but we'll get there.
Monday, April 16, 2012
super yum: mexican trifle bowl salad
I think this is my first time ever posting a recipe on my blog, but I want to start doing it more often. For me personally, the best incentive to try out a new recipe is if it's received the stamp of approval from a family member or friend. With that said, consider this recipe STAMPED. Oh, and before I type it out, I should say that it comes from a Pampered Chef set of recipes that are supposed to be made in the Pampered Chef trifle bowl...but any bowl will work.
Ingredients:
1 box Jiffy corn bread mix (plus ingredients to make)
4 oz. can chopped green chilies
1 clove of garlic, pressed
1 can pinto beans
1 can whole kernel corn
1 large tomato, diced
1 large green pepper, diced
1 medium onion, chopped
2 cups cooked chicken, chopped
2 cups shredded cheddar cheese
(for the dressing):
1 cup mayo
1 cup sour cream
1 pkg. dry ranch dressing mix
**Mix corn bread mix according to package directions, addin in can of chopped green chilies and garlic. Bake at 400 for 20 minutes. Cool.
**Mix together dressing ingredients in small bowl. Set aside.
**Crumble corn bread and layer half on the bottom of the trifle bowl. Add in layers of half each of pinto beans, corn, tomato, green pepper, onion, chicken, dressing, and cheese. Repeat layers.
This keeps really well in the refrigerator and (I think) tastes even better the second day!
Thursday, April 5, 2012
cuteness
Henry is getting more and more fun everyday it seems. The other day Dameon and I agreed that we wish we could just freeze him right now. He is getting so talkative and so independent (mostly in a good way). Here are a few cute stories from the past week:
The other day I was sitting at the table eating breakfast. Henry was playing in the entryway. I couldn't quite see him, but I could hear him. He started to repeatedly grunt. For a minute I thought he was probably doing his business. When I peeked around the corner, I saw him sitting on the floor with the photo album. He had it opened to a picture of my parents and was reaching for them and grunting for them to pick him up. Awwwwwww...
Last Saturday we all went to the mall to find some new shoes for Henry. I wanted to go to Stride Rite because I had seen several cute pairs online, but I wanted to try them on him. Barry the Stride Rite employee had clearly been working there awhile and clearly knew his stuff. He measured Henry's feet and then told us that his current shoes were way too small. When I told him he's been tripping a lot he said it's because Henry needs extra wide shoes. His current shoes were too narrow and were curling his foot, making it hard for him to walk. (Yep, I patted myself on the back for that one.) Sure enough, he strapped those 5.5 extra wides on Henry's very square feet and off he went walking better than ever! Naturally the shoes that really caught his eye were the glittery pink Sesame Street sandals. "The girls get all the fun colors," said Barry. So true, Barry. So true. The cutest part is that Henry is so proud of his new shoes. He talks about them at random times throughout the day (shoes! shoes!) and pauses to smile at them when he's wearing them. Precious.
On Monday night when we were getting him ready for bed, I told him that the next day would be Tuesday so we would go to storytime. He immediately reached out his hand and said, "Butt! Butt! Butt!" Turns out that the mere mention of our weekly outing to the library reminds him of the button he'll get to push to make the door open. Yay for the little things in life!! :)
The other day I was sitting at the table eating breakfast. Henry was playing in the entryway. I couldn't quite see him, but I could hear him. He started to repeatedly grunt. For a minute I thought he was probably doing his business. When I peeked around the corner, I saw him sitting on the floor with the photo album. He had it opened to a picture of my parents and was reaching for them and grunting for them to pick him up. Awwwwwww...
Last Saturday we all went to the mall to find some new shoes for Henry. I wanted to go to Stride Rite because I had seen several cute pairs online, but I wanted to try them on him. Barry the Stride Rite employee had clearly been working there awhile and clearly knew his stuff. He measured Henry's feet and then told us that his current shoes were way too small. When I told him he's been tripping a lot he said it's because Henry needs extra wide shoes. His current shoes were too narrow and were curling his foot, making it hard for him to walk. (Yep, I patted myself on the back for that one.) Sure enough, he strapped those 5.5 extra wides on Henry's very square feet and off he went walking better than ever! Naturally the shoes that really caught his eye were the glittery pink Sesame Street sandals. "The girls get all the fun colors," said Barry. So true, Barry. So true. The cutest part is that Henry is so proud of his new shoes. He talks about them at random times throughout the day (shoes! shoes!) and pauses to smile at them when he's wearing them. Precious.
On Monday night when we were getting him ready for bed, I told him that the next day would be Tuesday so we would go to storytime. He immediately reached out his hand and said, "Butt! Butt! Butt!" Turns out that the mere mention of our weekly outing to the library reminds him of the button he'll get to push to make the door open. Yay for the little things in life!! :)
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