Nostrils like Mommy's

The other day I picked Henry up from school and something just did not seem right. On closer inspection, I noticed something strange going on with his nose. I extracted what appeared to be a large piece of ground sirloin that he apparently had shoved up his left nostril. According to the school menu, lunch was Turkey and Swiss sandwiches, organic fruit, milk.

Today, I noticed the same thing and asked him if he had something in his nose. He said, "Yeah, a goldfish cracker." He wasn't lying.

I have no beef with Hillary

This weekend, Greg informed me that we need to cut Henry's hair because it is starting to look like Hillary Clinton's.

Deep Thoughts

I kid you not, for about ten minutes, Henry sat in this chair, just thinking, talking to himself and looking out at the lake.

Little Pig, Little Pig

This weekend, during our trip to the lake, Henry would eat his meals seated at a round table with the other kids.

They'd usually breeze through their meal, then run off to do whatever kids do, but Henry would keep plugging away, usually taking another 15 minutes and 1-2 more rounds of food to wrap things up.

He's our sturdy little pig, and we love him. Here are some pictures of him in various states of consumption.

Good Neighbor

To the neighbors with the incessantly barking dog:

I'm very sorry that I yelled "SHUT UP" out the window tonight, but, wouldn't you know it, two year olds have a really hard time going to sleep when your dog is outside barking from 7-10 PM.

You know what? I take that back. I'm not sorry. It was awesome. I really enjoyed it. And you apparently got the message, too.

Red, White and Blue

Nothing says Fourth of July like playing in a pool of dirty water with most of your clothes on while amateur pyrotechnics blow up anvils with gunpowder in the background.