He Know Not What He Do (or Say)

On Saturday morning, Henry and Jeff slept in until after 9AM. I got up around 6:15AM and got some work done, which was nice. When Henry got up, he managed to get into my office and to start up the old laptop that we pulled out only b/c it had last year's Turbo Tax information on it. He had fun pushing buttons. As far as I'm concerned, he can have it as soon as we get all of our files off it. We'll need to get him a little desk of course.

We went to breakfast at Tohono Chul Park. Henry sat in a booster seat instead of the high chair. He liked that. He ate fairly well. It wasn't quite the disaster that some of our restaurant meals have been as of late. He wanted to color his chair with the crayons and was a bit peeved when I wouldn't let him.






After breakfast, we went to the park near CDO High School. It was very active with kids. He had fun on the slides. As usual, he seems to take more interest in the parents of children than the children themselves. There were some older kids from a baseball team running around. That was a little scary b/c they didn't seem to pay attention to the younger kids and they were wearing cleats. But Henry managed to not get trampled. He requested the swings, which was a surprise b/c I was fairly sure that he didn't like them. I wouldn't say that he thought they were great, but he is warming up to the idea of the swing.

As we made our way to the parking lot, he looked at the baseball field and started climbing the chain link fence. Jeff was right behind him to catch him if needed. Henry climbed to the top (before I could pull at the camera) without Jeff's help. As Jeff pointed out, his feet are the perfect size for scaling chain link fences.

Henry took a 10 minute power nap on the way home. Then, he refused to nap any more. Henry and I met Grammy and Poppy at Costco. Henry went with them while I shopped. He apparently sampled sourdough bread, potato bread, tapioca pudding, rice of some sort, and some cheese, which was good b/c he had refused lunch from me and Jeff.

Henry then went with Grammy and Poppy. He played in the backyard and such over there. They returned a passed out Henry around 7:30PM, a couple minutes before Aunt Joyce and Uncle Bob dropped off Grandpa Joe.

Henry got up around 7AM or so on Sunday morning (today). We read the book about Pablo, the penguin who hated the cold. Jeff got the newspaper from the drive way.

JEFF: What's the best part of the newspaper?
HENRY: Comics!
KATE: And what's your favorite comic strip?
HENRY: Dilbert!

Word list:
345. Dilbert

We had breakfast at Joel's Bistro. Henry threw his hat into the fountain while waiting for the food to arrive. He also talked with some cyclists and pointed out the "trees" and "kids."

After breakfast, we walked a little bit on campus. Henry wanted to go to my office. We went into the building to change him. Then, we headed off to the turtle pond. There were about 19-20 turtles as near as I could tell, including a baby that was about 3 inches long. Very cute.

Which brings us to the embarrassing part of the morning's adventure. I have to back up a couple days ago, however, to provide some context. Jeff and I usually do not swear. All in all, we've been pretty good about our language usage. That said, on the day that Henry had his hair cut, he heard me using the Lord's name in vain as I scrambled to prevent him from stepping into the parking lot while Grammy was pulling out of her parking space. Henry had refused to go with Grammy and Poppy, so I brought him to my vehicle. As I was opening up the car doors to get him inside, he wrestled out of my grip and ran toward my parents' car as Grammy was pulling out b/c he didn't want them to leave. And out the phrase G.D.I. slipped.

Fast forward to today, Henry likes throwing things in water. He took the diaper wipe case from the diaper bag, ran to the pond, and threw it in the pond. Jeff managed to get it before it sunk, but he was very unhappy, threw it near the diaper bag, and muttered G.D.I. under his breath. Well, Henry heard it, raised his arms up as if exasperated, threw them down to his side, and proclaimed G.D.I. We had agreed that if Henry was ever to use a swear word/phrase, we'd try to ignore it so as not to attract attention to it. Telling Henry "no" at his age doesn't really work b/c he doesn't understand the concept of absence or negation. You tell him "Don't bonk your head" and he'll go bonk his head. Well, after Henry said it a couple times, very loudly I might add, I said, "Henry, no, no" and tried to get him to say something else. The whole situation was both appalling and hilarious at the same time. I swooped him into my arms and fell to the ground laughing and then he of course fed off my laughter and repeated the phrase. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. All in all, Henry probably broke the Second Commandment about ten times. Quite sure that God won't hold it against Henry as "he know not what he do," but I'm sure that the situation merited an eyebrow raise for Him when it comes to Jeff's and my parenting skills. Jeff says that my parents and I jinxed him by talking about the subject of what we'd do if Henry was swearing the night before.

We came home. Henry and I tried to read, but Henry was obviously tired. Jeff took him to bed, which is where he is now.