We have a scooter.
Henry’s two main fascinations in life are that scooter, which he calls “Daddy’s Moto-cycow,” (which is a funny misnomer because that scooter has about as much horse power as a purple Huffy,) and Big, Big Tex. (See below.)
We met Big Tex at the State Fair and Henry didn’t give a […]
For two weeks of every month I wonder if I’m pregnant. I scrutinize every anatomical detail of my being, from the taste in my mouth (is it metallic?) to the tenderness of my breasts, trying to ascertain whether or not there is in fact new life in my uterus. And I hope against […]
I love the way Henry turns adjectives into gerunds: “Mom, it’s darking in here.”
and “It’s winding out there.”
And how he asks silly, but sincere questions, “Mom, if I fall in-a-toilet, you won’t flush me?”
And how he’s getting so clever. The other day he found a sucker in my diaper bag. I didn’t […]