Too much Disney....While getting dressed this morning, I was on auto-pilot.
"Arms up, Henry. Time to lift your shirt off."
Henry obligingly raises his
arms and then starts laughing.
Henry: Mama! Lookit! I'm like
CINDERLLA!

Yeah, sure- he kind of did look like that scene where she puts
her arms up as she gets her ballgown.

I wonder....does that make me the
fairy godmother?

Henry was doing his "baby-bird" impression this morning while I was eating
breakfast. When I gave in and gave him a bite of my Strawberry Frosted
mini-wheats, he screwed up his face.

"Ugh! I don't like the HAIRY parts!
I like da FROSTING!"

Life's not all frosting, buddy

I took Henry to our family farm this weekend so Dada could have some

"quiet-time" and so Papa could have some time with his grandson. Two birds with

one stone. Excellent.



The truth is, I love to see Henry, decked out in

his ripped & torn "barn jeans" and John Deere-green hat that says "Future

Farmer," trudging down the lane between the farmhouses or stalking across the

hayfields.

He's just so determined to "help" on the farm and I love how he…

I was reading "All Things Bright & Beautiful" by Herriot while putting Henry to bed tonight and got to the part about this being the best time in your life and you don't realize it. When your children are young and all the wonderful

discoveries and pure joy that can be found amidst the sleep deprivation, revolving diaper changes and temper tantrums.

I just HAD to hug Henry then and I said, "Thank you God for my son" and absolutely, whole-heartedly meant it right then. Henry…