Street Rider

Henry look behind you!

Just kidding dear blog reader. There wasn't a car in sight. I was two feet next to him and prepared to toss him into the nearest snowbank.

I almost did two hours later when he went boneless as I put him into his crib.

Snow Day!

To the library, Bruegger's for dinner, then Ben and Jerry's for dessert.

The Day After

Elsa at 6:25 PM last night:

"Dad, why don't you just become a Packer fan? It would be a lot easier."

I am Iron Man

Oh, SURE Henry, get into comic books NOW for crying out loud. If you had started collecting 75 years ago maybe this would be worth something...

Mr. Ketchup Frog and the Giraffe

Daddy, Mr. Ketchup Frog runned into the giraffe in the tree.

I'm making mudpies on the gwound, Daddy.

In the car the other day:

Elsa: Henry, stop copying me!
Henry: Stop copying me!
Elsa: Henry, do you even know what copying means?
Henry: (long pause) I don't know what copying means.

Potty Training Incentive

Dude that is CHILLY-WILLY!

Diaper change at 18 degrees. Ah, Henry, maybe you should think about using the potty next time!

Mr. Smorgie!

The annual Christmas Eve Smorgasbord was renamed by Henry this year.

"MR. SMORGIE!"

We had shrimp cocktail, Ukranian sausage, Swedish meatballs, poblano cole slaw, croque monsieurs (ham and cheese sandwiches), and black cherry jello!

Tradi-TION! TRADITION!