Henry Scott Meets Hunter Rose

Chef Henry (pronounced On-REE)

The Benevolent Dictatorship of Henry I

Henry is becoming keenly aware that with his improving command of the English language, he can ask mommy and daddy for things. Just the other day, it was apparent to Benevolent Dictator Henry that the living room was not a clean as it could be. He was in the living room with mommy and the exchange went something like this:

Henry - "Daddy Vacuum".
Mommy - "Oh, mommy can vacuum"
Henry - "Mommy no, DADDY Vacuum!"

Henry walked into the dining room and grabbed dady by the finger. Daddy obliged and followed Henry back into the living room and Henry repeated the edict "Daddy Vacuum". Henry left me firmly placed by the vacuum, and escorted mommy away to play.

Daddy Fast!

Henry's favorite Xmas gift 2008

Henry cuts a rug...

Henry loves to dance, even if that means suffering some side effects

More Thanksgiving!

Henry and Annabella help make dinner

Grandpa shows Henry his new toy

Henry, Desi, and Annabella have a tea party

Thanksgiving!

Henry meets baby Issac for the first time....


4 generations of the Roberts family....Great Grandma Betty, Grandma Cindy, Dad and Henry.

Henry and Ruby snuggle up before bedtime

Henry Plays outside on a cold day

Trick or Treating....

Halloween Henry 2008 Part I.....Henry gets ready

Henry isn't too happy to have to wear his cowboy costume for the first time....

Henry's first attempt at blowing bubbles

Parental Rite of Passage?

The rite as experienced by mom:

I was giving Henry a bath, like we normally do most nights. Everyting was just like normal until......Kerplunk! Henry pooped in the bathtub! Now, most of you know that if this happens, all the parenting books and articles that you read say not to make a big deal out of it, and to just clean it up and go on about your business. Needless to say, this is not what happened in my house. As soon as I heard "Kerplunk!" and saw Henry's little present I screamed......somewhat hysterically. Almost immediately, I had a frightened toddler standing in bathwater amongst fecal matter.

I pulled Henry out of the bathtub and averted my eyes upward, but it was too late. The memory of that little brown bowtie was already engrained in the back of my cerebral cortex....permanantly burned into my retinas. I called for Scott, yelling, almost crying "I need your help!" Scott called back, "I know you need my help!"

Poor Henry. He was so scared. He kept telling me "Hi" as a way to make me laugh, but there was a human waste deposit floating in the bathtub! I held him and told him that it was okay, and Mama was sorry, but then...the really disgusting thing happened.

Scott came, to the rescue, and took care of the whole thing. He grabbed some toliet paper, picked up Henry's little gift and gave it to the toilet. I didn't watch, but I imagined what it looked like as he was doing it. To my detriment, my imagination could not add enough rainbows and unicorns to the image to keep me from vomiting, which I did shortly after the toilet flushed.

Scott had the good grace to ask me if tonight's dinner would make good leftover's for tomorrow.

The rite as experienced by dad:
After dinner, while I was clearing up dishes and Katherine was giving Henry a bath, I heard what I imagined as a terrified scream. My first thought was that Henry cut his head open on the tub faucet, and Kat was freaking out. Shortly after, I heard Henry and he sounded calm. Then, I heard Kat yell that she needed my help.

Given Kat's pregnancy and aversion to poo, it became clear that Henry was just fine. Upon arriving in the bathroom it was clear which object did not belong amongst the toys. Quickly after I identified the source of the terror, I took advantage of the wonders of indoor plumbing and sent Henry's deposit to the wastewater treatment plant....In the meanwhile Kat was trying to calm Henry while gagging...no, whetching. It went something like this: "It's okay Henry...bbwwaaacchhhtt...", repeat. I began draining the tub and drawing a new bath. I looked over at Kat, and it looked like she was eating, and that is when I asked if our dinner would be good as leftovers.

Henry and Cosmo in the Backyard

End of summer fun for Cosmo and Henry

Bathtime bunny boy

Oak Park Oaktoberfest

Too Cool for School! Too COOL for School!!!!

Henry's 2nd adventure in camping

Millenium Park, Chicago

Henry Goes Primal with Chocolate Cake

The Morton Arboretum

One Super Cute Little Boy

Henry's one shoe Austin City jig...

Henry Blows Raspberries

My brilliant baby's ever-expanding lexicon

Henry is now able to communicate with me!

What Henry is Saying-----> What he means----->Often accompanied by:
Bawl --------> Ball --------> Pointing and ball throwing
Buuh --------> Book --------> Pounding on the bookcase
Beeh --------> Bird --------> Pointing and squealing at birds
Dah! --------> Dog --------> Pointing and running towards dogs
Aahmoo --------> Cosmo --------> Pointing and running towards Cosmo
AII-ah --------> Maya – our 2 year old next door neighbor --------> Pounding on and peering through the neighbor’s back door.
Aah-Aah --------> All Done --------> Holding hands above head and shaking them (Ok, I admit it, the only way I know that Aah Ahh means all done is because Henry knows sign language for all done.
Mah! --------> More --------> Pointing and sign language for More
My personal Fave: Mamma --------> Mamma! --------> Running towards mamma and hug giving!

Henry Like's Banana's because they are bite sized.

Henry Decends into Mac and Cheese Madness