*I wrote this the night before Evie was born- not knowing that she was coming the next afternoon- and never got around to publishing it.*
While this blog has mainly been on one subject for the last two and half years-the big H man- he will soon (hopefully sooner rather than later) be forced to share the spotlight with what appears to be a very long and perhaps hefty companion. Before the blog is overrun with pictures of our bald beauty (do you think there is any hope that she will have hair before two?) I thought it was only appropriate to give a little update on my very favorite little boy.
Thomas the Train continues to rule his life. Oh how this boy loves trains. He can tell you almost all of the engines names, even ones that I don't know. He wakes up in the morning and cannot wait to go downstairs to play trains. He currently loves to make the engines fall off the tracks and into the mud. His trains accompany him everywhere. He is not the only train lover in the family. If an engine goes missing Jake will fret and practically tear the house apart until he finds that poor, lost engine.
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| Playing trains in the snow is his very favorite. He was definitely the only family member who was sad when the last snow finally melted. |
He loves to jump. He will jump off anything and everything, but almost always ask, "I jump?" before leaping off.
He knows how to open the child lock on the fridge and throughout the day will open the refrigerator and say, "I'm looking for something." He also says the same thing when we go to the store. Up and down the aisles we go while he "looks for something." One time it was a plunger he was on the hunt for. He was not pleased when we left the store without it.
He loves to sing. He especially loves to sing with Daddy.
He loves, loves, loves friends. He does not love to share his engines with friends. If you are lucky you will get the extra Thomas engine we have. It's slightly broken. If you do get an engine, don't go thinking you have free reign to do what you please. Henry will tell you when and where on the track to put that engine and you best do what he says.
He finally kicked the bottle habit and for some reason calls the milk we put in his cup, "hot chocolate milk." He's never had chocolate milk so I'm not sure where he came up with this idea.
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| One last cheers before the bottles were outta here! |
He sleeps in his big boy bed like a pro. He can be a bit of a mischievous child, so we thought we would really have our work cut out for us, but not at all. We've only had to put him back in bed two times in the week he has been out of the baby cage.
He is also a poop artist, and it is terrifying and disgusting and hopefully one day I will find it funny.
We certainly love you, big boy and are excited (or maybe a bit anxious) to see how your respond to Miss E.
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