Hank

Hank found a new love for chocolate tonight. While the others were busy building s'mores he went straight for the goods. I tried to introduce graham crackers to go with his chocolate and he made it into a road for one of the trucks he almost always has in his hand. Thanks for the BBQ Shannon and Doug!

He is adorable with a capital A. Yesterday, he was playing in the kitchen and saw his reflection in the oven door. (Usually it is covered with finger prints so I can see how he only just discovered this image.) He laughed, "Hnk, Hnk" as he refers to himself, pointing at the over door. Then he walked around the side of it and tried to open the door, obviously trying to let himself out of the oven.

He loves the train as it passes our house, "Train Track, Dada," he announces each time. He rides his push cars with the pleasure that amusement parks wish they could bottle and sell for their marketing strategy. He loves taking Turner to the bus each morning, yelling out "Bus, Bus, Bus" as it approaches. And he is delighted by "Jay-Jay." He looks for her whenever they are separated, pats the empty place on a couch demanding she sit with him, chases her around the Natick common and knows that she'll always have a truck packed for him in the bag she brings for every outing. And while he's very timid around anything or anyone new, once you've made it into the inner circle, you're very special to him. Most recently this was witnessed at Katie's graduation when he yelled out her name about 50 times as she walked by our seats, "K,K!" To our delight, he also calls her name, after he's asked for mama and dada in the morning and we've ignored him for a bit.

As for his eye, his vision is getting stronger - wearing the patch like the true pirate he is- and we'll know in August if we'll have a pair of glasses to keep after or a surgery to schedule to correct the muscles.

Happy Memorial Day Weekend! Welcome Summer!

Happenings!

When I taught in ICTC there was a strange church lady, you've all met someone like her before (now that I think of it, I might becoming her). She used to invite us on a weekend retreat called Happenings! The exclamation point was officially part of the name. We all tried not to open the door when she rang.

Well, happenings are underway here at 66 Summer Street. I had every intention of putting up the picture of our SOLD! (exclamation point only desired this time) sign but then our camera was stolen and they took the sign down before we even had the satisfaction of "Sold." I think that the stigma of 66 was too much for the company - instead of free advertising, they really just want to move quietly aware from the curse of our house. Distance in this case might be better for business.

So instead, I have a picture of our bulk pick up. The basement is cleared out!


In our defense, there was a lot left over from previous buyers... but wow - that's a lot of stuff. No wonder we didn't have enough room in the house.


As for the kids, I am happy to say they are still alive. Some days, I'm not sure they are going to make it. Hank took a header on the driveway this weekend only augmenting the pity he receives in public while wearing the eye patch. I know he is bearly 2, but I'm concerned this kind of attention might influence his personality in the future. Just want him to be a fighter.

Turner, was scared emotionally the other day when we learned about the draft. He asked me about it while I was making oatmeal and I forgot to put on the kid gloves. "They use it when they have to recruit more men into the military because a war is taking longer than they planned." Not sure if that's in the dictionary, but its my definition. Anyways... Turner was shocked when I gave him more details and said. "Is that legal?" and then, "Let's move to someplace where they don't have a draft because I don't want daddy to go to war." I then made it worse, "Turner, Dad's too old to go to war, they take young guys - well, like 18 year olds." Turner: "18! That's wrong!"

Jane, she's all purple. At the physical therapy department, where I have been admonished for allowing my ankle to hurt for 8 months, Jane is the princess on court. She wore her purple tights, purple princess dress, purple undershirt, pink horse boots and had a dead purple balloon tied around her waist while enjoying a purple lollypop. The ladies loved it! The princess invasion happened over night really - A friend just recommended the book Cinderella Ate my Daughter - and I now understand the title. Thanks to hulu.com however, I've been able to also introduce She-ra Princess of Power. And I'm happy to report with just a daily dose of a 5 minute episode of She-ra Jane now plays that She-ra saves Sleeping Beauty. This kind of revelation from Jane truly makes me feel like I'm pulling my weight in the global economy.

June 28th is our move day. I'm sure we'll have lots to share about the experience. For now, thanks for reading and keeping us in your thoughts. Lots of Love, Caty