Sweet Henley Jane

Don't be fooled...Henley is not always smiles and giggles, but we'll take it when we can get it!

Oh, Lash

What a silly boy!

I had gotten up from table after lunch and was trying to get a few things done while Lash was confined to the high chair. After several minutes I went to check on him,,,his tray appeared empty, but he had a sly look on his face. He looks at me, raises his hand and said "Pocket!" He had taken all of his cookies and shoved them down the sleeve of his shirt (at the wrist opening) and pretended it was a pocket. Did I forget to mention that Lash has a thing about pockets?

Not too many minutes later Lash was trying to climb into a laundry crate and I told him "No," but instead of stopping he continued on. I asked him what the word "no" means and he looked at me and whispered "meh meh" (aka the wood spoon that he gets swatted with when he disobeys)...I had a hard time not laughing.

Never a dull moment in this house!

Lash Reading to Henley

The video says it all:

Taking a Hit

Lash enjoys his pacifier, which in our house is called a "plug". He only gets it during naps and bedtime, and the occassional car ride if we want him to sleep.

The other day he was watching family videos upstairs while I was working. He would run into his bedroom yelling "night night" and return a minute or so later. He did this several times and I realized that he was going into his bedroom to take a hit off his plug and then he'd come running back to watch the video. Hilarious!!

Diaper Delivery

One of Lash's jobs around the house is to take diapers from Henley's room and put them next to the door going out into the garage. Sometimes he uses his car and other times he just carries the bag. What a big helper!

Late Night Jam Session

Dada snuck upstairs and I thought he was just going to put his guitar away. A few minutes later I hear Clint plugged in and strumming away. Lash perks up, says "dagar" and starts playing air guitar. He takes off upstairs to check out the action. It wasn't long after he comes racing into the living room repeating "brums, brums"...he grabs his drum set and carries it upstairs (I was shocked because it is very akward). He comes right back down saying "sticks, sticks." It took him two and a half trips but he finally made it upstairs with his drums, drum throne and sticks.

After 10 or 15 minutes he comes running down the stairs and I think to myself "what could he have forgotten?" Around the corner he comes yelling "bass, bass". He grabs his little plastic guitar and runs upstairs.

Later I hear Lash standing at the top of the stairs yelling "Mommy, Mommy!" He comes downstairs with his "bass" and he starts head banging and running around in circles. He says "dhet" and points to the bass and continues running in circles...he even tried throwing the bass around his head Uncle Chet style.

Nothing like a late night jam session to postpone bedtime!

Poop and Cookies

Yes, I am that mom that shares stories about her child's poop, but it's because I am so proud (and I think it's funny).

We are trying to get Lash interested in pooping on the potty chair. Clint is trying to bribe him and told him a couple weeks ago that if he poops in the potty chair they would bake cookies together. Well, Lash pooped in the potty chair! Yay! Lots of cheering and dancing followed!

Monday, I walked in to the kitchen to find Lash and Dada baking cookies. I see Lash standing on a chair dumping chocolate chips into a bowl that has white sugar and brown sugar in it. I ask Clint if they are following a recipe and he said they were using the one on the chocolate chip bag. After observing for a minute or so I halted the cookie baking and showed Clint the fine print on the recipe...the part below the ingredient list that gave the actual instructions. Rather than following the instructions, the boys were just adding the ingredients (in a random order) to a big bowl. I did a little damage control and the cookies turned out great!!

Bless Clint's heart...he was trying hard!!