Quote of the day: Henry was convinced by his sister Evelyn to put on a pink ballet skirt. He told me numerous times, "I a princess." He wore it for quite a while and kept it on during his nap. When he awoke, I entered his room and said, "What are you doing? Boys don't wear skirts." He smiled and said, "Yes, Henry does." Robbie got home early and found Henry in his princess attire. He promptly took him for a haircut, and Henry wore shorts to the barber shop.
Henry has been really trying to work it with me when he gets into trouble. After I scold him, he'll say, "Oh, Mommy. You are SOOO pretty. You are not so mean. You pretty!" He even cocks his head to the side in an attempt to look extra adorable. He's easy to love.
Robbie is easy to love too. Last week he announced plans to use Grandma Gloria's recipes for homemade spaghetti sauce and meatballs. He spent all of Friday afternoon cooking. Saturday he got up and began baking Uncle Lee's recipe for homemade bread. We had a feast that night, and he saved dough for Sunday's homemade pizza with fresh mozzarella. I felt like I'd won the husband lottery all over again! His food was wonderful, and I got a break. I'm one lucky woman.
Henry still sits on the potty and takes care of business from time to time. The girls are very interested in his successes since they often receive M&Ms when Henry produces. The other night Henry lifted his unmentionable, and Evelyn got a good look at the little hole down there. She said, "Is that where his pee comes out...and his poop?" Olivia and I almost died laughing.
Speaking of laughter, I just heard an outburst, and now Vivian is screaming. She's been asleep for over an hour. Poor little baby girl. I'm off...
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