Deer! Deer! and blog post #300

Dear Henry, 
This is blog post number 300! and you are 1 year, 6 months, 10 days old.  That's a post every couple of days of your life.  Last year people would ask Mama if I could/ would keep the blog up after a year.  I wasn't sure exactly...but I just feel like it is an important record for you, your life, your open adoption, and your family.  I know all of your family reads here to find out what kind of things you're up to and in a sense can be with you where distance or circumstance may make it difficult to be with you in person.  To be honest it also gives me something to do with the photos I am obsessed with taking of you.  Believe it or not I don't make many prints and the only photos I have up of you in the house are our 10th anniversary photo in oldie tyme clothes and your dumb, chain store, cheesy background photos that are inexpensive and fun to do.  I think the reason why is because I can't choose between them all.  It is the same reason we don't have family photos up...I can't choose.  Silly, but there is always a photo I like better around the corner, or you change so quickly a month old photo can feel so out of date.  I just have to buckle down and get some family/Peep picts up!

I also wanted to tell you about how much you love watching the deer right now.  We get them in our yard daily.  Sometimes one, sometimes 4, as many as 5, babies and adults.  The other night you were out back sitting on Dadoo's lap and exclaimed, "DEER!" 

Since that night every morning you rush to the front window hoping that one more back ho will drive by (the city has been working to update storm lines up the street), then rush to the back and hope there is a deer running around.  I appreciate how observant you are.  Sometimes we find a grumpy looking ground hog with a rapidly expanding waistline due to all of the acorns our three pin oaks shed.  For ole whistle pig you send him salutatory grunts.  It is fun to see you begin to take on some interests.
Love, Mama

Snuggle Puss

Dear Henry, 

 

I don' t know many things that warm me up more than snugglin' you in a sweatshirt in the early fall.  Mmm.  I love it my little monkey.

Love, Mama

What Do You Think You're Doing Young Man?! %$#@%^$

Dear Henry, 
In a matter of seconds this is what you can get yourself into, in the time it took me to walk across the living room to get you.

Quicker than lightening! 


Love, Mama

Minature Clean Up

Dear Henry, 

When I clean you're by my side stealin' my sponge or trying to maneuver my broom.  As a kid I had constant dreams of a world where everything was transformed to kids size, including a kid size olive green Nova car like my mom and dad's that I could drive to school.  So I got to thinkin' if the boy likes to clean than he shall have the tools to clean.  It seems like a win win for me.  You'll be busy and a spot or two will be swept, dusted or polished by a hand other than mine.  Mama went to the dollar store, my favorite place, and Great Aunt Judy, rest her soul, would have been proud.  I found a big people broom but the head was kid sized, a squirt bottle, some sponges, a towel and a bucket with a rope handle for $6 you had your very own cleanin' bucket.  

At home I used a coping saw to make the broom handle Peep length and reglued the rubber grip to keep your hand safe from any metal burrs left on the end.  I clearly put your name on your spray bottle and added water and a couple drops of peppermint extract for a fresh scent.  I added a Swiffer duster to the bucket to finish it off.  While you were napping I set it all up in the kitchen so you would have a surprise when you woke up.  

You woke up and I had you run to the kitchen.  When you came around the door you exclaimed, "OH!" and went running to check it out.  You loved it!  Scrubbed the floor a bit, squirted your bottle and handled the broom.  When Dadoo arrived home from a hard days work you shined his shoes.   

This was an inexpensive way to make you happy and fun too!  Now on to your own cabinet of pint sized kitchen stuff.

Love, Mama