"Mommy Crazy"

On Saturday, we stayed at home. Jeff and Henry had breakfast together, while I slept in. Grandpa visited in the afternoon. They played a lot outside. We went for our usual walk in the evening. Henry was incredibly friendly with two of our neighbors who were out walking. Tim gave Henry a high-five. We ran into Hal, Luke, and Annie. Annie and Roger nearly ran Henry over while they were playing. After dinner, I set up Henry at the top of the steps leading into the living room with his golf club. I used a series of balls from the ball pit. And then Henry hit the balls into the living room...his own private driving range. He managed to hit one of the balls right at me. Jeff is quite the proud father when it comes to Henry's golf swing. He is able to hit the balls farther and farther. Sometimes, he takes just about a full swing. I suspect that one of these days, Henry is going to crack a window. Proud Dada probably wont' care...as long as the disaster is done in the name of golf practice, that is.

This morning (Sunday), we went to Joel's Bistro. Henry had pancakes and potatoes. He flirted with a woman about 15 feet away at another table. Waved at her, smiled, and blew her kisses. At the end of the meal, Henry looked at me, smiled, and said "Mommy crazy." I was a bit stunned. The words were articulate. Jeff thought that it was hilarious. Makes me wonder what Jeff and my parents are saying behind my back. Jeff thinks that it is a play off of "Bitsy's crazy!", a common phrase in our household. We used to call her the "crack attack" cat because she gets into these moods out of the blue where she runs around the house full energy, climbs and jumps on the furniture, and then looks side-to-side in a paranoid kind of way. We stopped using the phrase several months ago, however, because we figured that it wouldn't be appropriate for Henry to be using the word "crack" (in reference to odd behaviors; "crack" as in "a crack in the pavement" is OK)...especially with CPS workers visiting the house on a regular basis once we get a foster placement.

I got Henry out of his high chair. He then perused the courtyard. He was enthralled with a mother, daughter (about 6), and son (a little younger than Henry). He met a puppy named Isabelle. Then, he ran over to the outside seating at Starbucks and approach two tables and said "Hi!" He also said "Hi!" to a couple people at Joel's. Luckily, everyone was amused and delighted by Henry.

After our UA breakfast and fish pond visit, we headed to Grandma and Grandpa's house to drop off Henry. Then, we headed home. Jeff was figuring out our nannies W-2s, and I worked on editing a manuscript. We went back to the grandparents' house for the Super Bowl. Henry had an accident in the kitchen. While Grandma was getting the ham out of the oven, Henry touched the inside of it. I was in the studio when this happened. By the time I came inside, Jeff was soaking Henry's hands in cold water. Henry was not phased by the incident. His hands didn't look that red to me. I think Henry dodged a bullet. It is so hard to tell b/c of his Herculean pain threshold (which I've mentioned before is actually a problem, not a good thing).

On the way back home, I sang the alphabet song to Henry. Occasionally, he'd say the letters as I reached them. He knew P before I said it, S, and X. Then we wanted to hear the song "A-gin" (again). I sang it several times.

Henry was wide awake when we got home but I took him straight to bed. He sat bolt upright and called out for Podgie and Mar-Dee. He didn't want to nap w/o them. Then he wanted Dada. Dada and Henry are asleep now.