"I need to give you medicine or some-fing."

Vivian learned how to crawl into the laundry basket yesterday. She did it again and again, and it made Evelyn and Henry giggle. This morning I heard Baby crying with distress, and I found that Henry had put the now empty laundry basket over the top of her. She was folded in half in a seated position, and she was not happy with her brother.

Henry got a terrible haircut this weekend. Robbie specifically told the stylist to leave his bangs long, and she didn't listen. Not only are his bangs a half inch off his scalp, they are also straight across. She cut his hair as though he has no side part. Robbie can't even talk about it without becoming irate. I lost my air when I first laid eyes on my son. His hair had gotten so long it was actually shaggy, but we liked that he had some length. We only wanted a clean up job, and instead we got whacked.

As I grocery shopped with the children this week little Henry noticed another shopper. "Mommy, look. He's a BIG guy. He's not little like us, Mama. He's a really big guy in a blue shirt." The man smiled. Luckily, he wasn't obese. He was just super tall and thick through the chest and shoulders. Henry paid him a compliment.

Little buddy threw up last night. He is such a good boy. He called to me from his crib, and luckily, I went to him quickly. "I have a tummy ache, Mommy." I took him to the potty, and all seemed okay. However, as I carried him through my room toward his bedroom, the telling sound began. We rushed back to the potty, and he got really sick. He didn't know what was wrong, and he was scared. After it was all over, we praised him for calling out to mommy from his bed. We then instructed him to yell for me if he felt sick again. He said, "OK, Mom," with the most serious face we'd ever seen. Robbie melted. Henry looked so sweet and cute. He's such a good guy. He's been copying me. I'll say, "You are a wonderful little boy." He'll respond, "You're a wonderful little mommy."

Yesterday when I felt awful, he stroked my cheek and said softly, "Oh, Mommy. I love you so much. You not feeling well? I need to give you medicine or some-fing. You are soooo pretty. You are the sweetest mommy. You are a wonderful mommy." I felt so lucky to have such a charming little guy to call my Henry. I need to recall such moments when he throws knock down drag out temper tantrums over having to remove his Cars PJs so that they can be washed. That happened yesterday too, and it was ugly, so ugly. He's passionate about what he likes.