Lovey-dovey

Today, Daddy was commenting on how Henry must not find Mommy cozy because his naps with her are so much shorter. So Mommy demanded to know, "Who is cozier, Mommy or Daddy?" To which the impudent scamp replied, "Mousie cozy!" (referring, of course, to his beloved stuffed rodent friend).

Clothes fight!

Henry and I invented a new game, whereby we throw the clean laundry at each other while Mommy tries to fold and organize it. Also, we wear the laundry when it suits us.

Talking back

Thanks to my linguistic prowess, Henry is learning how to talk in leaps and bounds. Here are some anecdotes:

(1) When Henry ate his first bite of cupcake, he said, "Mmm, good!" Then he looked at Mommy, smiled, and said, "Mommy good!"

(2) When Henry stood on top of Mommy's legs to watch Sesame Street, she asked, "Why do you always have to stand on me?" To which he replied, saucily, "Because" (his first time using that word!).

Mamie hair . . . ALLGONE!!

So said Henry after Mommy shaved his head.

Brotherly love (for a change)

Baby Brother might not be such a little pest after all. This morning, when I couldn't find my shoes, Henry came running up to me from the family room, shoes in hand, crying, "I found Ah-duh shoes!"

This evening, I repaid the favor by spoon-feeding him some of my beef stew. I touched it to show Henry it wasn't hot, then I shoveled it in.

Mommy is skeptical that our chuminess will last, though...

We wish you a fussy Christmas!

And a fussy New Year!

The agony and the ecstasy