The fact that we have several inches of snow in the forecast for the weekend says that winter is still here. That’s sad news since the last of the snow just melted from our yard last weekend. At least everyone at our house is healthy for the moment. It feels like the kids, mainly Henry, have been battling one cold or flu bug after another for weeks. I’m convinced that if we could just get outside more, we would all be good!
We were quite excited tonight to get a sentence out of Henry, who is 16 months old. Henry took his sweet time with gracing us with his gift of gab. We knew he could speak, he just chose not to share it with us. At a little over a year, Henry would get coached by big sister Lydia: “Henry say ‘goo goo ga ga.'” Henry: “Goo goo goo ga.” Lydia: “Henry say ‘ta-da.'” Henry: “Ta-da.” Lydia: “Henry say ‘uh-oh.'” Henry: “Uh-oh.” Lydia: “Henry say ‘mama.'” Henry: [silence] It was no surprise after months of the whole family begging for ‘mama’ that he first proclaimed ‘Lydia.’
Then, tonight, after we scolded Lydia for sliding out of her chair repeatedly at dinner, Henry declared to us, “Lydia good girl.”
So, there you have it. In Henry’s eyes, big sister Lydia does no wrong.
(Of course, Lydia also says that Henry wants to share, as she swipes food off his plate, and he doesn’t seem to mind. Yet.)
