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home, sweet jerks
By briantologist | July 12, 2008
I will not say I never knew that getting home from vacation is often the best part of any trip, because I totally knew that. I will simply say that it’s been especially sweet thus far.
The trip home was fine, mostly. Apparently a thunderhead imploded in Waukegan, just north of Chicago, which created a 20-minute weather lockdown at O’Hare yesterday; naturally this translated into a 90-minute sitting-on-the-tarmac-a-thon for our flight and god knows how many others. Henry was terrifically well-behaved, though; perhaps it’s his newfound three-year-old maturity. (More on that in a moment.) Our cab driver knew the wisdom of getting off the Kennedy as soon as possible and taking the streets to our house, a nugget of knowledge that saved us an extra half-hour or so of sitting in traffic; it was almost as if he’d done this before, and was some sort of professional. Damndest thing, that.
I hereby formally apologize to everyone we did not get to see on this trip to the Tulsa and Oklahoma City metro areas; I can only attribute this to poor planning on my part, along with kind of an awkward travel schedule between the two places. Please know that you’re in our thoughts, feelings, and pants.
And Henry turned three yesterday! Dear sweet merciful crap, three years old. He’s learned all sorts of things during his time with the grandparents, not the least of which is that apparently it’s incredibly gratifying to ask “What’s that?” and “What are you doing?” and “What’s he doing?” when he very, very, very clearly knows the answer already. (Sometimes he knows the answer because we told it to him 1.3 seconds earlier when he asked the same question.) But the language skills, my god, the language skills! It’s a tradeoff, I suppose. We’re awfully proud of him, though, and he remains among our very favorite three-year-olds. At least in the top five, and probably no lower than third on that list.
Aaaalll right then. So! Back to whatever it is we were doing.
Topics: Beans!, Exciting, Possibly, Stuff | 4 Comments »
July 12th, 2008 at 1:05 pm
5 June 08
Daniel: Here Henry, catch!
(Daniel tosses a floaty beachball thingy to Henry. Henry reaches his arms and so does not catch the ball.)
Ball, connecting with Henry’s head: Boink!
Henry: AACK! YOU SUCK!
Swear to god.
July 12th, 2008 at 6:37 pm
I am now almost completely positive Henry learned that from his Uncle Matt, the college professional athlete, who throws things for scholarship money. Just a hypothesis, but I’m pretty sure on this one.
July 14th, 2008 at 2:35 pm
I’m certain it’s only the beginning of Henry’s pottymouth…
July 15th, 2008 at 9:10 am
Jackson does the same thing! He’s a little broken record wandering aroung the house in a Spiderman t-shirt.
The trade off is that when he calls me at work now, I can actually have a conversation with him. So cool.