Small Things 2-11-13
1. Hen doesn’t like the feeling of tears running down his face. In fact, actual tearful meltdowns rarely happen, because he has to stop tantrum-ing long enough to ask his onlooker to “brush away my tears?” (as his own hands, apparently, aren’t nearly so comforting in this capacity.
So it works out for us both. But how did he greet me this morning? With a sneeze, followed by, “Mommy, would you brush away my ‘bless you’?” Kid knows the word for sneeze, so I was left wondering if he knows how cutely disgusting he’s being, or if it’s just random. Whatev. I brushed away his ‘bless you’ with a tissue and we started our day.
2. Chicken nuggets have finally made an appearance in our house. Decided that soup 5 times a week was pushing my BPA-fearing mommy’s buttons too hard, so we needed options. Reminded him how much his friend loved ‘nuggies’, which word he found adorable at the time, and hilarious when uttered by mommy. Conclusion? Nuggies are in. Especially when accompanied by red bell peppers & broccoli.
3. Same friend has parents who own an outside storage facility near town. Boats, RVs, etc. Basically a big open field–with a lot of snow. Fortunately, they also own & use lots of snowmoving equipment, and his friend invited him over for the big “clear out the big field using a bulldozer” excitement.
OMG. Henry got to drive a bulldozer. He
thinks knows he’s the luckiest little boy in the whole world.
4. Also? It’s really nice to be able to leave the house. This was a long snowbound weekend.
5. The library put on a wonderful Valentine’s Day party for the kids. The kids made Valentines, decorated and ate cookies, and they all received Valentines from the librarian. Hen also brought home his weight in books, so we’ll be having a good time reading for a few days before we get through all these. Best thing? Hen was entranced the whole time. Did all the activities, wanted to stay, waited until we were at home (and had read more than a few of his new books) before melting into a puddle of small, tired child.
(Although I’ll likely regret saying this, someday, I’m really looking forward to the day when naps are no longer so critical to our day.)