"Just...something...else."

My parents picked up Henry today. They said that he really likes his new class. He's a fan of Miss Stephanie. For dinner, Henry had a sausage patty, chicken noodles, banana, a little samon. Then, he had a bite of chocolate ice cream and some oatmeal. He then told my mom, "I want something else." My mom went through the list of various things. But Henry said no to the things he'd already had. She asked him what he wanted. He said, "Just...something...else" as though my mom was being a bit slow not understanding that he didn't want what he'd already eaten. She settled on more oatmeal.

Miss R came back after 7PM, which is later than usual. The driver didn't have any information other than to say that it was a man who put Miss R in the car. She came back with a bunch of new clothes. We gather that they were celebrating her birthday. She was wearing a new outfit when she returned home. It is quite cute. She didn't return with the bag that we left at school to be sent on her visit. I'm guessing that her teachers "forgot" to send it along, although I was quite explicit that it needed to go with her.

Miss R and I played in the living room on the couch. She called out for "Daddy" and was happy when Jeff joined us. She was very stern with Lily and told her to "Stop it!" and "Get down" when Lily tried to get on the couch.

My parents returned Henry around 8PM or so. He gave me a spontaneous hug at one point. I love those. I get them a lot from Miss R. Henry not so much.

After my parents left, I gave Henry his amoxicillan, which he spit out on the rug. Then he was a bit rambunctious during teeth brush. Jeff was quite frustrated at his antics. The other night, he bumped his head pretty good while horsing around on his stool. He tried it again tonight, which Jeff tried to prevent. But Henry managed to bump his head again. I suspect that the problem has to do with the fact that Henry doesn't interpret pain like the average person and consequently doesn't learn from his mistakes. Very frustrating.

We put the kids to bed. Our kids cups have gone missing, are dirty, or have cracked in the last week, so I gave them bottles. That didn't stop Henry from singing himself to sleep, which took a very long time.