Saturday, July 28, 2012


We watched a little bike racing with Henry today.  Looking at a long snaking line of riders, I asked Henry, "Which one do you think will win?"  Without missing a beat, Henry said, "The motorcycle will win!"

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Hear no noise, see no noise

Thanks to a set of borrowed headphones, Henry seemed to enjoy the Pirate dinner show even though it was very loud.  Whenever they fired weapons, he'd cover his eyes, too, and then peak through his hands to watch the action.  He reports that he liked the show, except for the noise from the guns.  (I think we'll definitely be buying him some headphones of his own - perhaps next year he'll even be willing to come outside to watch fireworks!)

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Now that's tired!

Today was busy in the extreme.  Emmett had Tinkering School from 9-3pm.  In the morning after we dropped  him off, I took Luke and Henry to a playground to kill 25 minutes or so before we went to a Children's Museum in LA.  We came home for lunch, and then I ran back out to get Emmett from Tinkering School.  While on that drive, my friend called so when I got home with Emmett we turned right around and went to play with a new (awesome!) friend.  The kids ran around an indoor play place for nearly two hours, we had some pizza and they ran around some more, then we continued on to Oma's house for ice cream and even more playing.  All day long, to my surprise, Henry neither napped nor melted down. He looked tired - he looked tired before going down a slide, he looked tired in his car seat, he looked tired while playing air hockey, but he just kept on playing.

On the way home at nearly 9pm, when the kids are typically already in bed, I stopped to get gas.  As the gas pumped, I told him, "It's ok to fall asleep.  I'll get you in your pajamas and put you in bed."  He replied, "I'm already asleep."  Maybe that's his secret.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012


Henry yelled, "I think I'm going to go to the bathroom!" and was running to the bathroom when he paused in front of the open closet door (which was filled with toys), grabbed the carpenter's bench pounder and said, "I think I'm going to pound on this!"   He played happily for a few minutes before returning to his original purpose.