Fire trucks

We went to the fire station this past week for playgroup. Henry couldn't have been happier, especially since they let the kids climb around on them and in them. Henry kept trying to buckle himself in and drive away. He kept saying, "ready, ready, drive, drive." He was very sad when he realized that we weren't actually going to take a ride.

When I put Henry in the driver's seat, the fire chief said to make sure Henry didn't push the buttons. I told him I'd watch Henry, but heaven knows he touched all sorts of buttons. I just giggled and hoped he didn't do any real damage. Those fire trucks cost $550,000 a pop. I asked.
And Henry's most adorable new habit...walking around with his hands in his pockets. He was doing it the other day with his hands in his jean pockets and he fell over, it was really quite amusing. When you don't have any hands to break your fall, it makes for quite the landing- he just kind of rolled around.


exploding potatoes and poop

It's been awhile. We have been busy. With 30 hours a week at work, and teaching seminary 4 days a week, plus trying to keep a 2 yr old happy, I haven't exactly made the time to sit down and blog. When Henry naps, I furiously clean the house and get things done, and when evening time comes if I am not at work until 10pm, I am in bed! Anyway, here is what we have been up to lately:

We went to the sesame street exhibit at the science museum here. Henry loved it

He especially loved the exhibit about digestion where it ends with a piece of giant poop and a farting noise. Gross. The whole time we were there he just kept asking to go back to the poop. I was kind of bothered by the whole thing. Henry thought it was hysterical.
He is also obsessed with cars, trucks, tractors, and emergency response vehicles (ambulances/fire trucks/police cars). This kid is 100% boy. He spends hours a day with these toys, and it makes me very happy.
Henry also has an unhealthy obsession with his sippy cups. He walks around with them in his mouth all day long, and only he decides when they come out. As can be seen, he even prays with them in.
Taylor ran his first half-marathon last week, here is the munchkin with his medal. Taylor says he ran it because he didn't want me to have one-up on him, I told him he had better start preparing for a full marathon as well. And that I will always have one-up on him since I have birthed a child.
We also learned that if you forget to poke holes in your potatoes before you bake them, they will explode and make your oven very very messy.