New Mama Musings

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Looking Out the Window

The city pulled up some sections of our sidewalk yesterday, which is pretty interesting if you're almost three (or even if you're much, much older).

It wasn't enough for Henry to watch at the window.

He had to be in the window.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Henry Says the Darndest Things

Here are some random funny things that Henry has been saying lately. I can't think of a way to tie them together into one coherent blog entry, so you're getting a bullet list. And you'll like it.

And yes, the photos are of my son's feet. I painted Henry's toenails today at his request, like any good mother would.

  • The other day Henry told Jack, the very sweet eight-year old next door, that he loved him, that he was his best friend, and that he did not want him to die.
  • Henry and I were discussing last names. We went over everyone in our family with our last name, and then moved on to the next-door neighbors. The mom and kids have one last name and the dad has a different one, Johnson. We went through each person and each name, and then Henry said them again: Zoe S., Jack S., Paige S. and C. Johnsonville. I guess we've been grilling brats a little too often this summer.
  • The same neighbors gave us a plant when my dad died. Henry has started talking about his grandpa dying a bit lately, and he said, "Grandpa died, and now we have a plant."

  • Henry told me that his stuffed tiger works at the courthouse. I asked, "Oh, does he work with Paige (a public defender)?" Henry paused and said, "Not recently."
  • Sometimes when Henry does not want us to do something, like change his diaper or put on his sandals, he'll say, "I'm busy!"
  • The other day Henry wanted my husband to help him build a lighthouse out of cardboard "bricks." My husband told him he would, but asked that Henry get out the bricks. Henry said, "But you know how to do that."
  • One morning Henry told my husband, "I want to make a mobe." My husband said, "Okay, make a mobe," and Henry said, "You're supposed to say, 'What's a mobe?'" So my husband said, "What's a mobe?" and Henry replied, "It's a sidewalk."
  • Some mispronunciations that I may have already mentioned: apple trips (apple crisp), hop-sis (hospice) and hot air gaboon (hot air balloon).

  • When asking a question Henry always says the negative of what he wants to know. For instance, if I put my shoes on, he'll say, "Why don't you put your shoes on?" or if a neighbor rides by on her bike, he asks, "Why isn't Patti riding her bike?"
  • On a recent rainy day, Henry looked out the window and said, "Rain rain go away. Come again another time."
  • I've been trying to explain the concept of saying you're sorry when you hurt someone. Henry gets it, but he's also begun intentionally injuring me so that he can say, "I sorry. Tiss! (kiss)" Not really what I was going for.
  • I was reading him a book from the library called Hats Off for the Fourth of July. After I read the title Henry pointed to the cover and said, "Their hats are on." Not thinking, I said, "That's right," and he replied, "But you said, 'hats off.'"
  • The other morning he told me, "I'm WET!" I said, "Okay, let's change your diaper," and he replied, "Not yet. I'm still peein'."

  • Henry has long had trouble with the difference between the words "beard" and "beer." My husband recently tried to explain it to him: "I drink beer. I grow a beard." Henry responded, "You drink beer, and it comes out a beard."
  • Sometimes Henry cracks himself up: "I coughed so hard I tooted!"
  • Yesterday Henry was looking out the front door and saw some people stopped on the sidewalk. He commented, "There's someone talking to no one."
  • And today, walking home from CVS pharmacy, we passed a couch leaning vertically against a garage in an alley. Henry said, "THAT doesn't look safe."

Friday, July 04, 2008

Sleeping Like a Baby

I'm not sure what it is, but seeing babies or small children sleeping in this position always makes my heart melt. The white socks just puts it over the top, don't you think?

Thursday, July 03, 2008

Stuff and Nonsense

Henry has apparently inherited his parents' propensity to play around with language, because he is constantly making up words. If you ask him what he's doing he'll often tell you, "I'm sivvin'!" And maybe, "I'm sivvin' and divvin' and pivvin'!"

A tree that's been knocked down (we had a big storm a few weeks back, and trees were uprooted all around us) has been "ned." Henry actually told me that "ned" means "knocked down," as in, "That tree got ned."

He also likes to make up names for contractors. A few months ago we hired a company to put a cap on our chimney. The woman on the phone told me that Dan would be stopping by, so I was able to answer Henry when he asked me who would be coming over. But when two men showed up Henry decided the other one was named "Fuv." For a week or two he played "Fuv and Dan" with his Duplo people. I won't go into details, but there was something about Fuv not stopping the truck for a train and getting chastised by Dan.

And finally, there's the Piz Store. One day Henry didn't like any of the choices I was offering him for a snack, so I asked him what he would like. "Piz," he said. I told him we were all out of piz at the moment. Where would we get more? "The Piz Store," he said. Of course. And not only that, but the Piz Store is on 43-North (a stretch of freeway near our house).

After the storms I mentioned earlier our village cleaned the trees up within a day or so, which really upset Henry. At the Piz Store, he informed me, those ned trees have not yet been cleaned up.

I'm guessing property taxes must be a lot lower near the Piz Store. Not surprising, I guess, considering it's right on the freeway.