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| TONS of creatures on the beach that were subjected to our “science.” |
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| Grandma was assigned official boat catcher at the end of the river. |
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| Grandma STILL has a smile on her face. Unbelievable. |
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| In this picture Grandma was given a break at boat catching and instructed to “be a fish, that I catch.” |
I take no cultual responsibilty for this post. I went into the backyard and they had dressed them selves up like . . .”Native Americans.”
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| Shoews on pweese |
So today is Henry’s Birthday. He is three today. I’ve seen some of my friends do birthday messages on their blogs and I think it’s a good idea seeing as this really is the journal. I want to remember Henry at this age because, it’s pretty funny.
“Me no jail, me good”
“bou obu boubou brauer (brother) say he no my brauer”
“Me want ride on the twain, wif dad. Where twain go?”
“Tat goose a eat me”
“Tat Cat got scwary eyes”
Henry, you love Abe more than anyone in the world. You follow him around and try to mimic his every move, even when Abe accidently hurts himself. You are very quick to use you banshee screamer voice to get what you want, but you are SLOWLY learning to ask for things with your “big boy voice,” which is a little harder because it takes you a long time to find the words you want to use. Your job is to put away the kids dishes, we usually have to chase you down and start moving your hands to get you to do your job but you are always pleased with yourself when you finish. You can get your own drink. You think your name is Hengwry, but that doesn’t matter since you have never told anyone what your name is. You are pretty selective about who you hand out your love to, people you do love feel privileged and overwhelmed by how much work it is to keep “scwary” things away. Holy moly the things you are scared of.
Trucks, cats, snakes, dogs, water, rocky, Stacey, strangers, heights (like sitting at the bar), fireworks, crabs, the list does go on.
You love nursery and you love your grandmas. You love to sleep. You love “Flew flies.” You love to eat. . .a lot. You crack us up every day, we are grateful to have you. Please stop coloring on the walls. I love you too much.
Love,
Mom
Ok so I actually don’t think they are awkward. I’m pleased with the lack of stink eye from Henry. Thank you Courtney Bee for letting us hire you and thanks for helping us be a little better looking than we are in real life.
1. We wake up to no snake in the cage, and it’s pretty much all Mom’s fault.
2. Spend 8 hours looking for the snake. I looked in every box, every bag, and behind and under every major appliance. (But yes I did clean as I went, when all was said and done I had vacuumed under behind and around EVERYTHING and I had three huge bags to go to Goodwill).
3. Go out with friends turn the search over to Scott.aaahhhhh
4. Before I went to bed Scott set up 2 “snake traps”, warm rock or pad with a blanket over it. I poured flour in lines over every doorway so he would leave tracks.
6. Finally I took a ton of plastic grocery sacks and put them all over so he might run into one and “crinkle.”
7. Head off to bed with my study book and a flashlight so I can spy him in the night.
8. Squeezy looks at me with patience snake eyes from on top of my pillow, pleading with me to put him away on his warm rock.
9. Wake up in the morning a vacuum up all that damned four.
this was canister #2
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| “You’re in my heart, you’re in my family” |
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| “Shwoes on pweese” |
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| I took like eighty of these “roasting” pictures, (I’ll spare you by not posting them). In every single picture Henry in the background stuffing his face with a new marshmallow. |
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| “Push me in the twrash can” |
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| Poor Abraham Lincoln, doesn't even know why I made him pose in there. Don’t call him that to his face, he hates it! |
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| Don’t hold back, tell me what you really think. |
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| This is the face Henry gives you when he is done being in trouble and he has to smile. Pathetic, funny, sad, Scott’s favorite. |
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| I love him to death. |
