Tonight Henry smeared blue shaving cream all over his face and growled to me in his meanest voice: I’m a rectangle!”
He ran around the house all day wearing a variety of things as capes, from playsilks to my red silk harem pants.
He showed me his little pink mouse–he had her tiny arm wrapped in toilet paper and he told me her arm was “broten.” He then showed me his own “broten” arm, also wrapped in toilet paper. He’s really thinking about doctors as we had to make an emergency trip to the oral surgeon yesterday after he knocked his mouth on the pool table. I didn’t see it happen and never heard him cry, so when I saw a big chunk of his fronts gums hanging over his front tooth, I thought he was eating chocolate. He was so brave at the dentist office. I lifted him into the chair and sat next to him. The dentist was so kind and let me lift Henry’s lip so he could look. He said it was very common and he didn’t want to hurt Henry by snipping it so he would just leave it alone. I took Henry out of the chair and he said, “Why not fiz my toot?” (Why didn’t he fix my tooth?) “Do you want him to fix it?” I asked him. “Yeah!” So back up in the chair and a little snip–no flinch, no peep, no crying. Amazing.
But then he never ceases to amaze me. Let’s see, I served him a little chocolate pudding yesterday and he took a big spoonful and plopped it onto his belly, then took his hand and smeared it in. He proceeded to do this all over his body, the table the floor. He was having such a good time all I could do is grab the camera and record his tactile fascination. He delights me!
