And we're off....hopefully

Is there no greater house guest than one who brings  you the stomach flu? I used to think no. The one who brings you the stomach flu has to be the best. But when Henry came down with croup the day before we were to leave my parents abode (after two weeks of throwing up, teething and general 15 month old mischief) and was black listed from flying, I changed my mind. Now the house guest who just won't leave has to be the best.

Tomorrow well before the sun even thinks about coming up, we'll be on our way to the airport. Or at least that is the hope. And in case after 21 days his dadda has forgotten what he looks like, here is the boy responsible for most of the ailments this trip. Good thing you're cute, boo.

And would you believe that while we were here, the boy grew some hair! Yeah, I know you don't believe me, but I had to use shampoo the other night. Oh yes I did.

15 months

Life just gets better and better with this turd around. His 15 month well baby check had him weighing in at 23 pounds 3 ounces and 31 1/2 inches long. Both around the fiftieth percentile. They didn't give me his head measurements but said that big old thing was leveling out, and then asked who in our family had a big head. I ,of course, blamed his father.

I'm hilarious, and can you believe I stayed in one spot for more than 2 seconds?

 He is such a character. One of Henry's newest tricks is climbing up onto our entertainment center and throwing anything he can get his hands on to the ground. Pretty sure we are going to need to glue down our TV or it'll be going down next. He's also figured out how to throw/fling pretty much everything else so coming to our house is now a bit risky. I do realize that perhaps we should teach him to not throw inside, but uh, we live in Wyoming! It's winter here 10 months out of the year...if he doesn't throw in the house he won't stand a chance at becoming a professional athlete and thus paying for our retirement. We will have none of that. He's also added, "hola" and "ouch" to his vocabulary and can sign "brush teeth". Oh the brilliance! His favorite sign continues to be "hat" which continues to be oh to helpful in every day life. :)

I want to kiss you!

H man and I are going to Portland Saturday morning...here's to hoping for a delightful toddler who wins over the crowds and doesn't communicate via screams for our two hour flight.