Foodie

Today is Wednesday, and our normal Wednesday routine is: Henry goes off to school in the car with our wonderful neighbors at 8:15 am.  (We used to walk him in the stroller and leave the stroller at school for pick-up.  But now H loves to ride with the big boys and insists on it every day.  Luckily they are all sweet and accommodating!)  I go into the office for office hours, and then pick up Henry at school at 11:25.  Michael and Aggie have time together at home.  When we get home around 11:45 am, Michael goes into work and I stay home with both kids in the afternoon.  Michael gets home around 4:30, and then our very early dinner-bedtime crunch ensues, with everyone small in bed and asleep by 7 pm (Aggie at 6; Henry varies depending on how tired he is).  

So anyway, today I was holding Agatha, eating my lunch of pasta pesto, and talking with Henry.  Aggie grabbed a noodle off my plate and got very quiet and absorbed.  I put her in her highchair and put a few noodles on her tray.  She ended up devouring maybe 6-8 pasta noodles covered with pesto.  Just like Henry at this age, she really seems to love strong flavors and textures.  Yummy, and keeps your skin moisturized! 

Sitting Pretty

For some time, Aggie has enjoyed sitting in her bathtub and playing with toys (at least the tub is getting some use--we're certainly not bathing her much, due to her intense dislike of it).  But now she loves sitting up on her own.  She's become very stable the last couple of days, and is especially happy when she can mess with Henry's toys. 

Springtime!

At last, we had a beautiful, warm crystal-clear day today.  Everyone was outside enjoying it.  We had a very early dinner on Mom's porch, chatting with the neighbors who stopped by to check out the construction next door.  Henry ate a ton of grilled chicken and ice cream, and Agatha ate a ton of grilled zucchini and asparagus.  (I guess they are like Jack Sprat and his wife right now.)  With the skin cut off the zucchini, she could gum it to oblivion, and her asparagus technique is to snap her gums down on it and then yank it out, stripping out the good "meat" and leaving a bunch of strings in her fist.  Yummy.  She gets VERY annoyed if you take something out of her mouth, like an indigestible piece of zucchini skin.  She is easy-going and happy, but still a fierce individualist who does not like to be thwarted or humiliated.  Maybe all children are like that, but I certainly see in both of mine a strong sense of pride.  

Where's Your Little One?

Henry and Michael just came in from a trip to the milk farm; they also stopped and ate breakfast out.  Henry: "We had a gooder breakfast than you, Mom."  And then: "So where's your little one?"  "My little one?"  "Yeah."  "She's napping."  "Oh."

He's really refining his small talk skills!

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It's Henry's World

Henry made this awesome globe this week at school.  He traced each continent shape, then punched it out with a pin-punch tool, a painstaking process of making tiny holes all around the outline. His teacher labeled them and helped him tape them on in the right locations.  So cool!

Construction Management

The work on renovating the church next door to Mom's new house is proceeding rapidly.  Yesterday they dug up the driveway between the properties and today laid down a bunch of gravel.  We visited to check out the work, and Henry made free to chat up one of the guys who was packing things up for the day.  "Why did you dig up Gran's nice grass, there?" he asked, pointing out an area near her back porch.  "You should only dig on your side."  "You're right, we did go a little over there," the guy replied.  "You should have been here earlier to talk with the operator.  We'll fix it," he assured Henry.