It has been raining non-stop since Friday with record level rains on Saturday and flooding nearly everywhere. The rain did not stop us from visiting the Kemper Art Museum to see their exhibit on Degas and Mucha.
Henry did surprisingly well, considering he expected the museum to have toys. When I told him that this museum would not have toys, he countered with the suggestion that the museum would have some toys.
The highlight of the exhibit was an early 20th century film that featured early electric trams and carriages along with the Notre-Dame Cathedral. I asked Henry if he had ever visited that cathedral before. He said yes. I asked a few corroborating questions and Henry was able to answer them affirmatively. He certainly does not remember the Notre-Dame in particularly, but probably remembers visiting French churches while abroad.
As an addendum to the previous post, I must say that last night was more frustrating than usual.
It started with our third failed attempt to get new shoes. Our local shoe store closes at 7:00 pm, but a salesman locked the door as we pulled in to the parking lot. The official time: 6:56 pm. As I made the turn in the to the side parking lot, it became clear that I needed to park in the front lot instead (that would have made it obvious to both parties that he was locking the door), but alas…
I was frustrated to say the least and I do not make good decisions when I am frustrated. Next, we drove to the local outdoor co-op which has shoes, though I new there was little chance we would find the right shoes.
Our visit started well, but as Henry continued his game of run and hide, I became more and more frustrated. I eventually extracted Henry from the store and took a few minutes to explain the rules. Dad decides!
Henry and I talked through our emotions. I was mad and I was afraid he would be sad in response. Henry was sorry and was happy that we were together. We agreed that we would just let it go. Eventually we recovered and went in to Whole Foods for ice cream.
Ice cream solves all problems…
I love that Henry has a stubborn side, but it is challenging. He is so strong and is so bendable, for lack of a better word. He is basically an escape artist no matter how I try to hold him. In those moments when I need him to follow my lead, it can be very difficult.
One of the best (and most frustrating) parts about raising a three year old is the way everything is an opportunity for play.
Yesterday, while shopping at the Galleria, Henry had a chance to run away from me and he took it. He quickly established a 200 feet head start before running in to an art store. His goal was clear: keep away from Daddy.
The store clerk was none to happy to watch this game play out. She made three remarks and possibly more, but only one that was intelligible: you need to get a stroller.
I had no concerns that Henry would break anything. He is way to controlled for that. He takes chances for sure but exercises good judgement.
Eventually, Henry conceded the game when I reminded him that we had the quarter-rides just a few steps away.
I am not exactly proud of the fact that I used the old chicken butt joke to teach Henry about the concept of jokes. The origin of the joke goes back to when we understood the word butt to mean shoulder, but no matter. Today, we understand butt as the posterior and that is what makes the joke…
I had to explain the joke with narrations:
[Henry, you’ll say] Hey, guess what?
[I’ll say…] What?
[Henry, you’ll say] Chicken butt!
It took Henry two times to say the joke without offering the narrations or the response, but he nailed it on the third try. Then, he went in to play a joke on mommy and he nailed it again.
Henry loves his videos (pronounced: bideos) and cartoons. Paw Patrol remains the favorite though he still loves Blippi, Stinky and Dirty and the usual Disney movies.
Yesterday, I heard Henry complaining in the other room.
He was watching an episode of Paw Patrol that he did not want to watch for whatever reason. When I asked reply, his response was to say that this episode is stupid. I said that I disagreed and that this was a good episode. He responded with no, this episode is stupid.
I am sure he gets that from me. I have used the word stupid to describe the way he tries to slow down the mundane tasks such as getting dressed. I tell him that it is stupid to waste so much time getting dressed when we could be having fun. Of course, he is having fun regardless.
Explaining genetics and his family background to Henry…
Me: Henry, you are mostly German between the genes you inherited between Maman and I along with a little French and Irish heritage. Basically, you are Northern European.
Henry: I am not peeing.
Me: No, no, I said you are Northern European.
Henry: I am not peeing.
Me: Northern European.
Henry: I am not peeing…
I drove Henry and Maman to the airport today as they are headed to France with Aunt Sophie and the cousins. I have been away from Henry a few times, but this occasion provided for the most difficult goodbye.
Henry gets a chance to fly the plane.
Obviously a big honor to get to explore the cockpit. It’s great that the airlines allow for these moments.
Henry is the one member of the family who can sleep on the plane. The Shelby blanket kept him warm.