Road Rash

Henry fell off his rocket and used his face to break his fall. Hoping it's a quick heal. Fingers crossed!

Evening Musings

Today was filled with random little tantrums. I'm pretty sure those nasty molars are giving his gums hell. Inspite of that, he's been pretty funny. Again with the things he picks up. He really wanted to take Rodi on a walk. We compromised, leaving him by the front door with a snack cup. When he got home, he knocked over the snack cup.

"Oh, no! Axdent!!!"

Guess he's learning accident early. Funny little boy.

Morning Musings

Henry woke up in our bed after a not so easy night. Here's how the conversation went...
H- "hi"

Me- "hi"

H pointing at Mark- "DADDY

(s) Leeping

Shhh

Quite"

I couldn't help but laugh! He's picking up on things left and right.

Uncle Dan

Henry misses you. He also thinks you suffer from narcolepsy.

Japan

I wasn't going to write about Japan, because it's just so hard to face. I don't want to concentrate on the tragedy of this earthquake > tsunami > nueclear meltdowns, lives being risked, lives being lost, animals, eco systems, everything destroyed. It is the last thing you want to think about, especially when you have a little one. Right now, it is unavoidable. It is everywhere, and the aftermath just keeps getting more depressing. I naively pray that this is the closest devestation that will ever touch Henry. That is the thing about becoming a parent, you become very self centered. Or at least child centered. The world becomes much more scary, and your own life becomes much more precious. My goal in life is to keep him safe and happy. Taking risks with my own, no more, not that i really lived the wild child life style to begin with.

I just read about a four month old who was found in the rubble four days later. She had been swept away from her parents, and found in another house. I can't even imagine, it literally sickens me with despair when thinking of that tiny baby on her own for 4 days. She was reunited with her parents who both survived, and were waiting in what once was their house. The whole thing is a miracle. These events just trigger this need to hold him, and worry about the inevidable. It's a side of me that didn't really exist before him. I know this is just par for the course in parenting, and i'd much rather worry about these things, than be the type of parent that doesn't. So for now, I will try to untwist my stomach, face the music, and steer Henry through this crazy world.

New favorite!

I have been looking for this color for awhile now. It has the right opaque neutral color, with just a hint of pink. Essie, sand tropez, I'm a fan!

Prolapsed uterus

Mark drew this dog, and Henry added to it. I'm pretty sure it's a prolapsed uterus, but I could be wrong.