Henry says some pretty hilarious things. I’ve been told that I used to say hilarious things once, but my parents didn’t write it down and cannot remember even one witty anecdote. Inspired by YHL’s Clara Conversations, I wanted to share some Henry-isms as I collect a critical mass.
Wishing holiday happiness to you and yours!
I have this thing in restaurants. I don’t like to start chatting–like really get into the meaty conversations–until everyone has sat down and ordered.
This seems like an odd thing to be stressed about, but until the menus are cleared, I am very distracted. I’m only half paying attention to my fellow diners and only half paying attention to the menu. Basically it is just a muddled mess.
Henry says some pretty hilarious things. I’ve been told that I used to say hilarious things once, but my parents didn’t write it down and cannot remember even one witty anecdote. Inspired by YHL’s Clara Conversations, I wanted to share some Henry-isms as I collect a critical mass.
And just in time for cyber Monday, here is your inspiration for the toddlers and preschoolers in your life.
And a happy Black Friday to all of you. You definitely won’t find me getting up early for sales (even if that was a thing here), but I do love the online deals. In case you are seeking some shopping enabling, here is my gift guide for all the dudes in your life.
I’ve had school on the brain lately. See, we’ve been school shopping. By which I do not mean lovingly selecting office supplies (I heart office supplies mucho), but trying on some school situations for size.
This is what we’ve been considering for the 2016-2017 school year for Henry’s fourth year of life.
When I was a kid, my mom says she would stand in the produce section of the grocery store, patiently picking the fruit with the stickers on it. Why? Because apparently little diva me would only eat ones with stickers.
When my youngest sister was a kid, she went through a phase where she would only eat “chicken.” That meant we ate A LOT of chicken at our house. Green chicken. Chicken that tasted suspiciously like beef. No one could contradict her.
She also would screech, “she’s looking at me!!” if someone was not in her good graces. I was indignant that instead of redirecting her behavior, we were told to stop looking at her. We didn’t do anything wrong! Why should we have to be the ones to change?
Even though it was unjust, my mom said it was easier to try to get us to alter our behavior than the two year old tyrant’s. Now, I totally get it. Oh, I get it.
Henry used to be complacent when I cut his juice with water. Then one day he rebelled. NO WATER. JUST JUICE!!
So now what do I do? I sneak around my kitchen, surreptitiously mixing water and juice in the juice bottles. See. Just juice. Henry must never be allowed to see the mixing.
This is total crazy pants behavior that I now accept as completely normal. Because I’ll admit it. It is easier to change my behavior than his.
OK, spill! What crazy things do you do to avoid a fight with your kiddos? Please tell me I’m not the only one!
Peeps, listen up, I know it feels early. Maybe you haven’t even had your first seasonal latte of the season yet. (Guilty) Maybe you still haven’t pulled the trigger on OTK boots because it barely feels like fall. (Yup) But Christmas is right around the corner. Seriously. This is happening.
(That whole first paragraph was mostly a pep talk for myself. YES, family, I’m working on the calendar. Or at least trying to. There will be a twist. Hehehehe.)
But in case you also needed a pep talk, you’re welcome. Without further adieu, let me present my Christmas list. That’s right. I’m calling it a gift guide “for her” in case anything here is inspirational, but this is really just my list.
Dear Mac,
You are now 18 months old. Instead of months, I can just say you are a year and a half. This is actually easier for me in Italian because numbers 16 – 19 trip me up occasionally. (Unrelated, “quindici” or 15 is one of my favorite words in Italian. I don’t claim to know why. But I love it.)
Roman Reboot 