Henry has almost finished his first year in the Toddler Room at the Montessori.  A quick look at some photos from the Spring 2017 semester.Viz Easter

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Where did he hear that?

Henry was playing with the hose a few days ago when he figured out that he could fill the pool up by himself.  I realized he was serious when he took off his pants.  Next thing I know, he is in the pool.

Tonight, I took him out to go swimming for a little bit.  He was a little less interested, and getting hungry so we went inside.  And then he said it: what is that awful smell?

I am not sure where he gets these expressions.  I am definitely not sure where he learned the word awful.


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.

Definitely frustrating

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.

Run, Run, Run!

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.

Chicken Butt

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.