Two and a Half, Thank You

When you move to a new place (which we seem to do often these days), someone you meet asks you how old your children are at least three times daily. It goes with the territory of being the new people in town.

So, my stock reply has been to say that Henry is two and a half. Yesterday, I realized he's more like "almost three". I'm not entirely sure why, but there is a big difference between the two.

Merry Christmas to Us

Being the Holiday season and all, we figured that we should get ourselves something nice this year. So, today, we closed on a house. Here's a little snapshot, but we'll provide better pictures later.

We have visions of drapery, lighting and tile dancing in our heads.

Oops

Right before this picture was taken, Henry said "Oh no, Mommy I spilled some ice CREAN on my JEAMS" (we've been bribing him with ice cream to get him to go to sleep by himself for his naps)

Hand Me Down

Given the tight economy and the fact that you're 50th percentile in height while your little (big) brother is 95th, I see a lot of cuffed pants in your future...

Things Overheard

Kelsey: Henry, what does it mean to cooperate?

Henry: To go into space!

Get em while they're hot

To check out these cool retro Santa shirts Erin is selling go here.