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Snow Baby

We thought that we were only going to get a little rain last night. We woke up and saw that the snow fairy had come. It was way too tempting so Henry and I went out to play.

Our Jabber Monkey

Henry has been talking up a storm.

He carries on full conversations with his Little People, farm animals, trucks, a hat or body part du jour. Sometimes he sounds like he's a real social butterfly, answering his plastic playmate with a high-pitched tone and a smiling voice with what seems like a very stimulating conversation. Other times, he sounds like a tyrant, scolding his poor toy. This usually end in him throwing the toy across the room.

Some words that I have been able to understand are:
doggie, oooh wooooow (yeah, we'll I consider it a word :)), ut oh (this one too), truck, towel, bye, hi, mommy, daddy, please, thank you, nelcome (for "you're welcome"), bottle, eeee-oooo (this makes him rock higher on his rocking doggie), cock-a-doodle-do, moooo, owie, snow, cat, ear, hot, eat, nose, cheers (he actually clanks his bottle to your drink while he says this).

Henry found his thrills on Eskimo Hill

Today Henry played in the snow for the first time. We had a great Sunday afternoon.

Incredi-Grammy

Grammy gave Henry a portable DVD player for Christmas. Things have been busy around here (big storm, power outages, projects, and illness) and we hadn't had a chance to check in out. We opened it up, put The Incredibles in and it works great. Henry stood there for at least 30 minutes watching the show. Periodically I'd here an "Oooh, woooow".

I think that is two thumbs up from our little Ebert. :)

So Do La Fa Mi Do Re

Earlier this month The Sound of Music came on and Henry loved it. He stood right at the edge of that table and rocked back and forth. His favorite was the Do-Re-Mi song. Maybe that is because Dave and I sometimes sing this song to him while in the car? So, glad he now knows the 'real" version.

Thanks Sarah

An old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home. He followed me into the house, down the hall, and fell asleep in a corner.
An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out. The next day he was back, resumed his position in the hall, and slept for an hour. This continued for several weeks.
Curious, I pinned a note to his collar:
"Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap."
The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar:
"He lives in a home with ten children -- he's trying to catch up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow?"