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.
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.
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.
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.
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.)
Have you started to feel like every day for the whole rest of the year is planned? Seriously, where did it all go?? And how do I already feel behind on Christmas shopping???
Chase pigeons every day
I’m slowly coming to terms with the fact that we are having adventures faster than I can write about them. I’ve been updating Travel Resources with more info to give you travel ideas, even if there aren’t links to full posts. Looking for your next day trip or weekend getaway? Check it out here.
One adventure I did cover was our jam-packed day trip to Turin. If you have a chance, I’d spend more than a day here.
I also talked about my love/hate relationship with crowds and our trips to Nemi and Orte.
As well as gettin’ deep about last meals at Castel Sant’ Angelo.
And 3 tips to make your travel awesome.
Huh, I guess there are still some travel posts going up around here. I feel like things have definitely gone off the rails lately. #sorrynotsorry
Fall is here! I still haven’t ordered my OTK boots, but I’m sure everyone here would like me to just do it or shut up about it. What’s on your fall fashion wish list?
Heh, million dollar baby. LITERALLY. And then my other recent attempt at humor where I talk resumes and giving booze to horses.
The one where I get kind of preachy about judging other people. I swear, I’ve put the soap box away. For now at least.
My baby is 3!! Still says hilarious things. (And like my kid, I’m very food-oriented. Treat yo self.)
For my hipster peeps, have you tried switchel? I really want to try this apple cider vinegar drink, but I’m having a hard time on the ginger juice. I can’t find it in juice form, and I don’t have the capability to juice fresh ginger.
This video had me cry laughing. If you want to kill your morning, delve into Break Womb’s other stuff. Ah, it’s funny because it’s true.
How not to say the wrong thing
If you looking for some fall pieces of your own, Ann Taylor is 50% off through Sunday.
I’m very intrigued by this stroller. Any urbanites tried this one?
That’s all I got. Happy weekend everyone!
Modern Mrs. Darcy posted recently(ish) about family traditions. I really like traditions. Growing up we always had waffles on Christmas and always opened stockings first. I want to try ALL the new things, but I like having some steady standbys to return to.
Since the kids are young, we are still in the process of building our own family traditions. This was for Henry’s recent third (!!!) birthday. Maybe he didn’t remember last year, but I did, and I liked deepening the grooves on our past practices.
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.
Me: (Back in the car after a recent Saturday adventure) Who wants to do some instagramming?
Henry: NO! Instagramming is GROSS.
I’ll have to remind him of this when he becomes obsessed with whatever social media platform is popular in a few years. Probably Holofaceterest or something.
Henry: (Watching me prep a whole chicken for the oven) Mommy, what are you looking for?
Me: I’m just checking everything out.
Henry: Are you looking for a potato?
Me: No, I’m just checking to make sure it is OK.
Henry: Are you looking for an alligator?
Well, I am NOW.
Henry: (Upon handing his father a toy drumstick) Here daddy, take this one and fight like a man! Fight like a real man, Daddy!
NO CLUE where he is getting this.
Henry: Batman is super strong. He is the best in the world. He is a superhero. He can punch all of the bugs eating his shoes.
Hopefully he will not be too disappointed when his Spiderman Halloween costume arrives . . .
Henry: Can I have milk for my cereal? Jesus wants me to have milk.
Well, who am I to argue with Jesus?
Psst. Want more hilarious Henry? Check him out here, here, here, here, and here.
You know how sometimes you start to feel a teeny tiny bit like you have some inkling of what you are doing some of the time? And then the parenting gods laugh in your face and smite your smile away and you are left to pick up the pieces of your broken schedule that is being stomped on by cranky tots?
No? Just me?
Anyways, that’s where I am now. After we recovered from jet lag from our recent trip Stateside, I thought things were back to business as usual. Then two things happened that rocked my little world.
First, Henry discovered that he can climb out of his crib. I know. Like you, I am also pretty shocked that it took him this long. He probably could have been doing this a year ago.
And I’m all, now what?? Do we accept that this is happening and put the toddler side on his crib? Move him to the bed? His climbing actually looks pretty safe so I’m not as worried about him hurting himself. I just need to figure out how to convince him to stay put during the night. And probably do a little more childproofing for when he doesn’t. I am definitely not used to having Henry pop up in unexpected places, and the sound of his bedroom door busting open is starting to haunt my dreams.
Second, Henry is trying to drop his nap. And my efforts at getting him to have “quiet time” on his own have been mixed. Not cool. I mean, I always knew this day would come, but I’m not ready. Some of it is for me. Without nap time, I may never get anything done ever again. But part of it is for him. He still seems pretty tired. So now I didn’t get a break, and I’m dealing with a crankypants kiddo. #winning
Needless to say, I’m feeling a little knocked off my game. It doesn’t help that I am still in vacation mode. Staying up too late. Extra glass of wine at night. Skimping on exercise. I know exactly what I need to do to feel better. I just haven’t gotten there yet. I’ll work on returning to reality after the holiday weekend. Probably. Definitely. Maybe.
Since I was a little out of it this morning, I decided a pick-me-up was in order.
For a shot of happy, I’d normally hit up a friend for cappuccino after dropping Henry at school, but people either have guests or are out of town or working or some such today. And I didn’t feel like chasing Mac around the cafe all by myself.
Mac and I stopped at the store. Instead of just the usual groceries, I added some heavy cream. And at the checkout, I picked up a four-pack of my favorite Kinder chocolate.
When we got home, I made some seriously weak coffee because we were all of out of decaf. Then I poured in a tad bit of heavy cream. And then Mac and I split the chocolate. (Mac had no complaints on this plan.)
Then Mac and I went to go play. Although I was late to the podcast party, I’ve been turning on podcasts in the background lately when Mac and I party down. I find that I can still read books and have dance parties and toss balls just fine, but it adds a little interest for me.
But today instead of a podcast, I decided to break out some bigger guns. I fired up Netflix and put on a comedy special in the background. (John Mulaney’s New in Town was the winner.)
Aside: for the moment, I listen to saltier materials when it is just me and Mac. I guess that will change soon when Mac masters “ball” and “mama” and then goes straight to F-bombs. Isn’t it funny how kids make you notice profanity? After watching Macklemore’s new video for Downtown, I showed it to Henry because I thought he would like the mopeds. I remember it being OK. It was NOT OK. I should have expected the language, but I somehow missed it. Parenting FAIL.
Aside Aside: How fabulous is Eric Nally in the Downtown video? He is my new fashion icon, and I am not kidding in the slightest.
And so it was that after a treat and some laughs, I left to pick up Henry with a smile on my face and enough energy to want to write a blog post.
As for Henry, we reached a tenuous compromise today. I told him that if he stayed in his crib–reading books or whatever–for an hour that he could get out and watch TV. There was some fighting when he wanted to go straight to TV, but eventually he caved. The hour alarm just went off, but guess who is fast asleep . . .
What is your go to cheap pick-me-up? Do you also love the video for Downtown? And any advice on this sleeping thing? How do you get your children to stay where you put them? Or is that just the most naive thing I’ve ever typed?
Roman Reboot 