Mama gets scissor happy-Henry.

Tonight before bath, mama decided to trim up the mullet on the back of my head. This is what I looked like before.

She was having such a good time trimming that she decided to continue to the rest of my head. Maybe it was because she always wanted to try to cut hair and a three-year-old isn't going to care how bad it looks afterward. Maybe it was payback for when I peed on the floor this afternoon.





Here's the finished result....

Hey, who's that charming guy?

Granted, it's no Grandma cut, but I don't think it's too bad for a first time stylist.

Book party- Henry.

We don't want to jump to conclusions, but June might be a genius- despite the fact she's the only kid in the family who still isn't talking.

Mama noticed this last week (ask Aunt Jenni). June likes to play with the 3 different alphabet puzzles we own and especially likes to carry the pieces around. We've begun to notice that she especially likes the F's. We first thought it was a coincidence, but not after she brought two F's to supper last night. Start setting up her scholarship fund, Harvard.

Despite her vast cerebral abilities, June still enjoys the simple things in life- like sweet corn. We're very glad she figured out how to eat it correctly instead of just sucking on the end of it like a popsicle.

And check out that cute hair barrette. Mama scored a 6 pack of animal barrettes at the dollar store.

We found a better solution to June's indoor shoe problem. She didn't like the red slippers, so mama pulled out a pair of ballet flats that Mister Andy and Miss Christina got her last April. Good news! She's finally a size 4! (For those of you who don't know baby shoe sizes, most kids are in size 4s well before their first birthday. Our friend Audrey wears a size 6 extra wide. Sadie's probably in a size 8 by now- which is also my shoe size.) And yes, that is a cape that June is wearing. It's my Batman/Superman cape that I've never worn willingly but she now loves.

This morning, I had the best idea- a book party. It involves piling books in June's crib and reading quietly. The perk? I got to go in June's crib too. Mama was going to veto the idea but then she asked what she did during a book party. I told her she had to sit on the bed and check her email on the computer. Sold.

We looked at books for a half hour before we started jumping and got kicked out of the crib.

Mama took the opportunity of quiet kids to finish taking pictures of our house. Here's our room.

We share because it's pretty big and we're best friends.

I like my room because it has a desk in it. Right now it's piled up with stuff because we're waiting to move some new dressers in the room and don't want to hang anything up until we know how everything is going to fit.

Here's mama and papa's room. They got that headboard at the Sauder's outlet and it was advertised as full/queen. It's waaaay to big for their bed, so mama put it up on Craigslist this afternoon.

They have two closets.

The hallway between our rooms. You'll recall from the last set of pictures that the upstairs is only on the back side of the house. What mama likes best about it is that the whole front of the house is a walk in attic accessed by a door in the hallway and a door in our room. Already it is so much more convenient than the pull down ladder at our old house.

Here's the bathroom between our rooms.

And a shot of the shower.

Regarding Henry- Mama

Here's an entire post about Henry.

Henry's really come into his own lately, and thanks largely to workbooks, he's been calming down and able to concentrate quietly for long periods of time. Last night he found a box of vehicle stencils and was busy tracing them for an hour this morning.

Of course, there are times when he can't entertain himself- namely when I'm changing June's diaper, putting her to bed, trying to fix supper, or trying to take my 20 minute afternoon nap (he always wakes up just after I lie down).

He's becoming very self-sufficient and can use the potty on his own- though he doesn't like to. He'd rather we pull up his pants for him. He remains the one kid I know who has no desire to undress and dress himself, but he will do it if he has to.

He's very loyal to his little sister, but that doesn't stop him from and occasional push or toy-grabbing. But overall, they get along surprisingly well. June is finally getting to an age where she doesn't demolish everything (namely his train tracks) immediately upon entering a room, but does get in his way sometimes which results in lots of yelling.

He's a delightful id to have around with a few exceptions. He NEVER stops talking, which really wears you out. He's starting to compare mama and papa. For example, mama won't switch albums on her Zune when we're driving in the car. Once we've picked an album (in the driveway), that's what we're staying with (especially since we only drive about 7 minutes at a time). So no flipping from the Beach Boys to Johnny Cash to the Kinks. But papa will change songs on the MP3 player to any song Henry wants to listen to. "Why don't you change it mama? Papa always changes it to my song. I want to ride with Papa next time."

And perhaps Henry's worst vice right now is the already huge amount of guilt that he inherited from his father and the Parsons side of the family. Henry will apologize for just about anything. "Pick up the spoon you dropped" "Okay, sorry for dropping my spoon." He really amped it up one day when we were coming in from outside and he pushed June down the step in the garage. I yelled at him and told him to go park cars in the spare bedroom- which is where he was racing June. I found him five minutes later crying in the bedroom and he sobbed to me and said "It really hurt my ears when you yelled at me." I felt pretty bad, so I apologized for yelling. He picked up on this as a pretty good way to get out of being in trouble, so now everytime he gets sent to time out, the tears flow and his ears hurt from my yelling. His main fault is that his ears hurt even when I don't yell. If I ask him to carry his dishes to the counter he responds "It really hurt my ears when you yell like that, mama." Sorry kid, you just lost all sympathy.