1.  Hen didn’t want to nap today since he fell asleep for a few minutes on his way home from swim lessons today.  Which was a bummer.  I hate fighting this sort of thing, so I just told him he could play quietly in his room until it was time to get up.  Honestly, I just needed a break for a few minutes & figured he’d be wailing soon & that perhaps getting that worked up would help him calm down enough to sleep (weird, right? But it really seems to work that way, sometimes.)  Instead he just settled down and, um, played.  Rather quietly.

When I went up to get him, he’d turned on his light, retrieved his glasses from the case in his bedside table, and was happily reading a stack of books in his reading chair.

Who stole my toddler and replaced him with this adorable little boy?

Not that the toddler isn’t adorable, too; but you know what I mean.

2.  “I nevew faiw to dewivew theeeee maiw! I nevew faiw to dewivew theee mail  Henwy thee maiwman, Henwy thee maiwman, Henwy thee maiwman does not faiw.”

Those of you who know the Backyardigans probably know of what I speak.  He sings this song at top volume at least once an hour.  Henry loves this show, and this episode more than words can express.

3.  We have finally achieved macaroni & cheese consumption by the kiddo.  How, you ask?  Easy.  I told him it was the American version of udon noodles.

4.  Ok, so I’ve been playing Scramble with Friends for like a year now, and I only just realized you can slide your finger instead of tapping every letter individually.  I’m a dope and a slow learner.  However, I’m so much faster now than I used to be that it’s sort of fun to play again–like “how many words can I make?”

My brother still destroys me most of the time, though, & I doubt it took HIM almost a year to figure out how the game works.  Ugh.

Me Sprogblogger.  Tech-Neaderthal.  Play word-game with Sprogblogger?

5.  Hen’s eye doctor appointment went well.  That is, she was pleased to see that the glasses are doing what they are supposed to–namely, she’s seeing great improvement in both how often and how far his eye is crossing.  She really wanted to do a vision test with him, and started writing out the letters H, V, T & O for me to teach him between now & his next appointment.  “He knows his letters,” I told her.  She didn’t believe me until he started rattling off the eye-chart for the nurse, while she held up the baby-blinder to check each eye.  Turns out he’s got 20/30 vision in his right eye and 20/20 in his left.  No surprise there.  That pesky right eye.  But she didn’t seem to think it warranted correction yet, especially since we’re about to start patching his left eye to strengthen the right one.

Sigh.

Henry the Pirate, Henry the Pirate, Henry the Pirate, he says “ARRRRRR!”  And yes, I do plan to buy him a parrot for the occasion.

Kidding.