"Sam [our local diner owner] is at the pancake [Henry's favorite Sam-made food] yard" - Henry

Got some diarrhoea last week. Now defined as "I made my bum bum go throw up".

I was playing a driving-and-shooting video game today, and Henry was watching from one of his favorite spots, standing up on the exercise bike in the basement. I thought he was mostly oblivious to the specifics of the game, but when he started saying "Beep, beep" whenever I'd hit the car's horn, I knew he was well aware. I guess I'll have to stop playing it when he's around -- if he notices the beeping, he's noticing the rest of the game, which is your typical shoot 'em up. Not what he should be watching.

Favorite new phrase:
"Bye bye, poo poo"

Now he just unrolled an entire roll of paper towels. I'd stop him, but he's having a blast.

Heh. Henry's poking the sattellite radio right now and yelling 'No!'. He knows he's not supposed to be playing with it, but somehow he thinks if he just pokes it, it's ok.

Phew. I sure know how to frustrate Henry now. I just let him play with one of Angie's light 8 lb aerobic weights. He could see that it was quite easy for me to move around, so he became intensely angry that he couldn't move it himself. He, after much huffing and squealing, could move it a bit up and down or up onto it's end. But he was clearly not happy at his inability to move it. I'm not sure if he was learning a good or a bad lesson from the ordeal.

The day before yesterday he saw his second fireworks display down on the wharf in San Francisco. He also got to play with Natalie and Rob's son and their various neices and nephews. Henry was the youngest of the bunch and was a favorite of the slightly older kids to play with.

This was the first fireworks he could actually watch. The first he was tiny, and slept for the most part if I recall correctly. We saw those over in Berkeley with Rasmus, Christine and Carl last year. He seemed to enjoy them this time, but was more interested in darting through the crowd and attempting to get lost than anything.

Good news. No broken bones. The doctor called last night and said she didn't see anything, but if the radiologist spotted something she didn't she'd call today. Well, no calls, so I think everything is going to be ok.

Henry's playing in Grendel's travel crate right now. He loves climbing in and knocking things around in there. I thought it was perfectly safe, if a little dirty, in there, but a few weeks ago he found a piece of cat food left over from when Derek and Stephanie borrowed it for their convalescing cat. Well, I heard him spitting in there and went to investigate. He'd tried cat food and wasn't finding it to his liking.