Sunday, June 15, 2014
One of my favorite things about Father's Day is the incredibly noisy stealth Henry employs to surprise me with breakfast. This morning at about 7:00 he came in and banged around our bedroom retrieving a breakfast tray. When I woke up and asked if everything was okay, he mumbled, "I just... mommy said... cereal."
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
One of my fondest childhood memories is the poems we'd get from the Tooth Fairy, which were incredibly, wonderfully stupid. Figuring out that my scientist dad wrote them made me love them even more. So now that Henry's losing teeth, I'm picking up the reigns. Last night he put one in a velvet bag under his pillow. This morning he woke us up full of excitement.