Crush

As noted in previous posts, HT is enamored with Finding Nemo right now.  If you recall, in Finding Nemo, there's a sea turtle named Crush who speaks with a gnarly surfer accent.  Mr. Henry has taken to mimicking him.  See the video for examples of him saying, "righteous!  righteous!" and "duuuuuude..."

"My Blue Cross"

I hadn't realized it, but I guess our boy has had a lot of occasions where other people were getting gifts and he wasn't.  Since Christmas, there's been Aunt Allie's, Brooklyn's, Alexander's, Uncle Geoff's, and his friend, Daniel's birthdays.  We've baked cookies for Uncle Geoff and the neighbors who had a new baby.  We bought Valentine's Day gifts for Brooklyn and Carter.  He made a Valentine's day gift for me at school.  We gave Daddy some Valentine's Day cards and a box of chocolate.  But I guess I hadn't really thought about the fact that there haven't been gifts for Henry in that time.  The sweet little guy was up in my office playing the other day and he found a sweet blue Precious Moment's cross that Nana had given him for Christmas (that I haven't hung on his wall yet).  He picked it up and asked, "What dis, Mommy?"  I told him that it was a special cross that his Nana had given him for Christmas.  He said, "For Enny?"  "Yes, Bubbie, for Henry."  His little face lit up and he said, "Not for Mommy, not for Daddy, not for Gee-gee, not for Ca-ger, not for Brookie, for Enny!"  And then he proceeded to hug it.  Such a sweet little guy.  And really, he's been so good about giving other people gifts that I hadn't thought about how it was affecting him and what he was thinking about it.  The little sweetheart.

Sad Bear

A couple of months ago, HT had a spell of rough nights.  He'd go to bed fine but after I left, he'd start crying really hysterically.  And he wouldn't stop for 30+ minutes.  The first night it happened, Grandma and Grandpa were here and they weren't able to console him at all.  I couldn't figure out what to do about it and after telling Aunt Amy, she suggested giving him a new bear to "take care of."  She said that a lot of times when she can't get Carter to calm down, she gives him a stuffed animal who is scared or sad and needs to be taken care of.  Carter is so sensitive that he completely focuses on helping out the stuffed animal and forgets what he was so upset about.  So she gave us a bear to try it with Henry.  He stopped having trouble going to sleep before she gave us the bear, though, so I just saved it in case it happened again.  I had it in my office in a plastic grocery bag sitting under my desk.  A couple of days ago, HT went into my office to get his Nemo while I was in changing Evie and came back holding the bear.  He said, "What dis, Mommy?"  "Dang it!" I thought to myself.  "Why would you leave that out?  Stupid, stupid, stupid!"  To Henry, I said, "That's a sad bear, Bubbie.  Aunt Amy brought him over to our house because he's so very sad and he needs someone to take care of him and help make him happy."  Henry looked at the bear for a minute and said, "I hold for Gee-gee?"  Smiling, I said, "Sure, Bub, you can hold it."  And he held it for a sec then said, "For Gee-gee?"  "No, Bubbie, it's not for Evie."  "For Enny?"  "Yes, baby, it's for Henry."  Then his face lit up like a Christmas tree and he hugged the bear with all his might.  "I yuv my Sad Bear, Mommy, I yuv him."  And he didn't leave a room without taking Sad Bear with him for about a week.

"Daddy Rescue Me"

HT got his first black eye yesterday.  Apparently, he was running around the "big kids'" playground with Carter after school and he ran behind the swings while kids were on them.  I guess he got kicked in the face by a little girl and was pretty hysterical about it.  As he should have been.  It's a pretty ugly injury.  See below for pics of my little bruiser.  Anyway, last night, he was pretty obsessed with it and kept wanting to look in the mirror.  Nobody was allowed to touch it but he kept wanting to look at it.  After he'd look at his "red boo-boo," he'd say, "Guwl huwt me.  By swings.  Ca-ger go too.  Daddy rescue me."  Daddy rescued me?  The first time he said it, I got a big lump in my throat and my eyes welled up.  How does he know words like "rescue?"  From Finding Nemo?  Maybe.  I don't know.  It was the sweetest, most endearing thing I've ever heard a 2-year old say in my entire life.  And of course his daddy rescued him.  I told him that his daddy would always come rescue him because he loves him so very much.  He said, "Yeah.  I yuv Mommy so much, too."  <cue tears> That boy of ours.

  

The end of realistic animal sounds :'(

We were reading a story the other day and in it were a bunch of farm animals.  Any of you who have heard HT's animal sounds will know just why this is my favorite part of reading stories.  I pointed to the cow and asked him what it says and he said, "moooooo" like he usually does.  Then I pointed to the horse and asked what it said.  He said, "neigh."  I paused for a second and asked him to repeat it and sure enough, he said "neigh" again.  Then I asked him what the pig said and he said, "oink-oink."  I was able to coerce him into doing the realistic sounds that we've come to know and love but it wasn't easy.  In fact, it was hard enough that I kind of think they must have been doing animal sounds at school and he got embarrassed or something by doing his usual sounds.  It broke my heart to hear those 'ordinary' animal sounds coming out of his mouth.  I guess I didn't expect our influence over him to wane quite so quickly.  :'(  Big little guy.

"Don't bite my bum!"

Henry and Daddy were playing Henry's favorite "I'll Get You" game, which is essentially tag.  With the difference that you yell, "I'll get you!" before you start chasing each other.  Mr. Dinosaur was playing this time and was helping Daddy was "get" Henry.  Henry tried to escape by getting up on Mommy and Daddy's bed, but the wily Mr. Dinosaur tracked him up there.  When he caught Henry, he started biting his bum.  Henry admonished him with the following: "No!  Don't bite my bum, Mr. Dinosaur!  Too full of poopy!"  Mr. Dinosaur promptly ceased his bum-biting activities.

Mr. Ray

Henry has been enamored with the movie Finding Nemo for a few weeks now.  A year or so ago, the Timons got him a Finding Nemo bathtub set which didn't mean much to him at the time, but was a HUGE success when we rediscovered it.  Nana also got him a giant sting ray stuffed animal to keep in his under the sea bedroom.  For about the past week or so, he's been placing Nemo and various fish on the back of his "Missa Gwey" and carrying him around singing his version of Mr. Ray's "Let's name the zones of the open sea" song.  It's quite possibly the cutest thing I've ever seen.