After Robbie spent well over a week off work with Henry we returned home. The little guy does not like long car trips one bit, and he did a fair share of yelling. It was a pretty bad trip. He threw his special blanket and toys that I handed him, then he wanted them back. It wasn't pretty. I don't think our parents really understand what it takes to get our big family packed, drive several hours with small children, and then deal with them out of their normal surroundings. Luckily, we don't get too many complaints about not making road trips to Illinois and Oklahoma. Robbie said, "Henry just doesn't stop." He talked the entire car ride, and never went to sleep. When we got to K.C. and a bad storm hit, he cried for an umbrella and protested, "Henry will get ALL WET!"
Oh, Robbie is more in tune with Henry than I am. In a recent post I described how Henry kept asking for YMCA on the iPod. He did this because our dear neighbors, Al and Mary Jane Scarboro, gave him a yellow Hummer that plays YMCA when he was a baby. I forgot about that. I just thought he decided he liked a great song. We've been back from our trip since Monday, and he's asked me on every leg of every van ride we've taken since for the song YMCA. He's obsessed.
The other day while I was in the shower he tore the blind to his window into two big strips. Why do I shower? After he climbed out of the Pack-n-Play in Oklahoma I always fear he'll show up on the other side of the shower curtain and scare me half to death.
We shopped this week, and I spied little Henry-sized boxer briefs with footballs on them. I had to have them, and he was excited. He kept showing them to people in the shop, calling them his "football panties." He made a lot of women laugh that day. Mommy wasn't laughing when he removed his shoe, threw it under a rack of clothes in the back corner of the store, and didn't ask for it until we were in another store. Nice. He isn't using a big potty, but I have some monkey tighty whities ready for when Henry is ready.
To his credit, last night at dinner he said, "Father Son Holy Spirit Amen." He was very proud of himself, and I just know God was smiling. Henry often tells me, "God bless you," as I put him down for his nap. He's learning by my example, so I better set good examples. Today as I nursed sweet Vivian he walked up to us, kissed her on the head, touched her hair softly, and said, "Vivian is adorable." An hour later he tried to sit on her during her tummy time, but luckily, such actions are rare. He's actually quite amazing with her.
Today she decided to start crying in a furious manner that sounds like screeching. I am totally honest when I say that the noise is so loud and high that it seriously hurts my ears. I hope she stops soon. I was so startled by the sound coming from her room that I sprinted down the hall. It sounded as though a squirrel had gotten into her bed and attacked her. The cry is BAD and LOUD!
All of this said, I am so completely thankful for my children. A member of our church and school community has lost a baby, and my heart breaks for her family. I must treasure the little creatures entrusted to me by God and enjoy them in every way. Our girls are away for the time being, and their clean room and empty beds seem very strange. I miss them so much, and I am really thrilled about their upcoming return. I think life with Henry and Vivian is harder without big sisters around. They do a lot to help me monitor the little ones.
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