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It's Underwear Time!

 We have been enjoying cooler days here lately. Henry has gotten a lot of play time on Fort Henry. He tells me every time we are swinging together that his daddy built it for him. It is so cute. I tell him his daddy loves him a lot and he smiles. He knows!

 Henry has finally learned how to steer his truck. Randall put a new battery in it and it goes 5 mph now. Randall has an app on his phone that will detect the speed. Henry takes his daddy's phone for rides and we can see how fast he is going. It is funny. He decided to take his daddy for a ride instead of the phone. They went at a snail's pace but Henry didn't mind. He loved hauling his load of daddy! Henry has learned how to turn real fast on the driveway and spin out. It is hysterical. He laughs so hard when he does it. It literally makes me smile to type it. I need to video it. He also tries to run over mama, and that is not so funny.

 I could not find H Sunday morning before church. We were in the back of the house preparing and it was quiet. I always get worried when it is quiet. This is where I found him. He looked like a teenager just vegging watching his Ernie DVD. He looked up and said "Hey, Mama!". Oh me...what a big boy.


 Speaking of big boy...look what we have acquired this week. Underwear. It is time. He is beginning to wear it this week. The first day we were accident free. The second was not as successful. We are hoping today is a drier day. We lost a pair of buzz light year to poop. I threw it away because I refused to clean it and I wanted him to see it go in the trash in hopes he would be sad. He was. He cried. So, here's to hopes he tells me next time he feels the urge to muddy up a pair of his undies. Toddler undies are expensive....Call me cheap, but my word! Our school is so good about doing most of the training for us. They are all so supportive and his biggest cheerleaders.


It is a good thing he is cute...but he is beginning to know it. I wish I could show you his personality through words, but it would do it no justice. You have to see it in person to get the full picture. This child is hilarious. His imagination, his memory, his charm, his love for life are ridiculously wonderful! I can be so mad at him but laugh at the same time. He has a way about him. He is a charmer for sure. He has his mama's ticket and that is not always a good thing! He is my child and I adore it.

 He asks me often where Jesus is and that is the best question ever. He will pat his chest and ask me if Jesus is in his heart. I struggle saying yes to him because I don't want to confuse him, but with the Lord's help I figure out the answers each time. His retention of Bible truths and songs are amazing. It is his age. This is the perfect age to drill it into them. God gives us these children and it is our duty to teach them about Him. I cannot imagine not teaching  my child about Jesus. He is 2 and knows all about the Bible. It is so easy to teach them and so rewarding. It is not rocket science and it is so basic...or maybe it is basic for us because it is who we are. I don't know, but I  do know  I have people in my life who have children who have no clue about Jesus and nothing makes me sadder than that. What a pity. I hope Henry can be a witness to them.

Henry is watching a Barney Christmas VHS from 1993 in this photo. He watches it in our bedroom when I am home alone in the mornings and have to shower and dress for work. He loves it and we all hate it. My mother is to thank or blame for this VHS never dying. All 5 kids have been obsessed with it. We cringe and Mama just laughs. Oh, to be a Marmie and get away with stuff like this! I am sort of thankful it sucks him in and allows me to shower though. It is a love-hate relationship with that VHS Tape. 

Abby

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Kelley said…
Yay Henry! What a big boy you have! He is at such a fun age! I know you are having a blast with him.

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