Happy Father's Day!

I know I owe you a Father's Day Post, but, I cannot, in good conscience, start a post without first sharing what just happened with my 2 1/2 year old!

So, we were in his room doing the bedtime routine. Henry was playing with cars on his rug and I was tidying up the bathroom. I had his Classical Bedtime Music CD playing in the background. All of a sudden I hear him rustling around and the next thing I know, Neil Young's Rockin' in the Free World is coming out of the stereo-with the volume turned way up. I go back into his bedroom to to him dancing around laughing and waving his arms. So what do I do? Join him of course! I dance to a few more songs with him and he turns the volume up more. At that point I say, "Too loud Henry." and I try to turn the music down at which time he screams, but I turn the music down anyway. I go back into the bathroom-I am not even out of his room for a second and the door slams behind me and up goes the music.

True Story.

God help us.

Okay,

Happy Happy Father's Day!!!

I have realized now, being married to my husband for almost 6 years that if I plan on surprising him in the morning with breakfast in bed/coffee then I need to pretty much prepare it around 5am. And, that ain't happening!

So by the time Henry and I roll out of bed at the ungodly hour of 7 (Henry takes after me), Billy is dressed and outside, heavy into yard work. Henry and I just look at him all bleary-eyed and wish him a Happy Father's Day.

Knowing that this is the way things would go down, I decided to video Henry the night before. Here is the evidence:

Arrgh-problems with uploading. Bummer. Well it's super cute and he does say, "Happy Father's Day Daddy!" ugh! I'll work on it and post it later hopefully.

Well, onward...

Much to my immense pleasure, he did a repeat performance on Father's Day Morning too. Pretty much unprompted. Classic!

We had a great day. Breakfast, Church, Pool, Nap, Pool.

Notice no big tree behind the boys? More on that later...

Saying goodbye to Willie and Claudia at the pool.

For Father's Day, I hired some yard guys to clear out what was becoming an acre of over-grown weeds. We discovered a fence and a pretty cool fireplace in the corner of the yard.

Sm ore's here we come!Here are some more pics of what we've been up to.

Very cool book from his best buddy, Benjamen (who would rather be called Ben, but Henry insists on Benjamen).

Watering.

can identify Tulip, Hibiscus, Tiger Lily and Hydrangea.

We're working on Geranium.

He can put on his own shoes-and mostly gets them on the correct feet.

Not so much in this picture.

Quack!

Loves The Cherwick's raspberry bushes and knows how to find his way there through the gate.

We had some big trees removed from our property. Two were dead and could have demolished our house. One was perfectly healthy, 125 years old but really annoying.

I know. Bad me.

Anyway, here's our lifetime supply of firewood aka home for crawly things...

Big Boy Bed update.

I think we have complete success!

This and he does not ask for trains or stickers every morning.

Yesss!

Stickers=Train

All in all we have certainly lucked out with this little love ("...big boy, I'm a big boy now mommy!" Ugh-kill me now...). Despite all his adorableness, we do have some classic 2 1/2 year old moments. Here's one at the dinner table (another true story):

Mommy: "Henry, please do not drop your plate on the floor."

Mommy: "Henry, not on the floor. Hand it to Mommy"

Mommy: "Henry, not...Henry! NOT ON...!" "I am NOT happy"

Henry :)

Mommy: "Look Henry, you made a mess" Get down and clean up the mess"

Henry: "no"

Mommy: "Henry you made a mess and you need to clean it up" "Right now."

Henry: "no"

Mommy: "You will go to bed tonight with no stories." "Clean up your mess this minute"

Henry: "I will not."

Mommy: "I am unhappy."

Henry: "I'm smiling" (yes, he actually said that).

Mommy: "You threw your plate on the floor, clean this up now Henry!"

Henry: "I will not."

Mommy: "Henry!"

Henry: "I WILL NOT!"

Mommy:"ONE!"

Henry: "I WILL NOT!"

Mommy: "TWO!"

Henry:"NOOOOOOO. STOP COUNTING MOMMY!!!!!"

Mommy: "THREE!!"

Henry: "Mommy, you got freckles!"

Like I said, God help us!

Here is our sleeping Angel who insists on sleeping with at least 6 blankets.