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Henry's in the tub, laundry's in the washer, my mother's in bed, Jason's on the road, and the moon is up. We seem to have successfully negotiated Henry's 5th birthday party today, two days in advance of the occasion (which will be celebrated at daycare by shooting balloons and decorating gingerbread people). I baked a cake and cupcakes and we bought a carrot cake and served fresh fruit, along with cucumber sandwiches (with and without wasabi), stuffed mushrooms, and Thai-influenced chicken-pastry things provided by the Hole in the Wall, where we had the party. No tears, hooray, and a good time had by all, as far as I could see.
Henry informed me tonight that he would give me hugs (or possibly kisses) every morning and night, number to be determined by... my age? 44?! That's too many. He'll do as many as *his* age. Which he carefully did, before his bath.
And his favorite part of today? Daddy being here. All the parts with Daddy were the best. All day was his favorite.
Henry informed me tonight that he would give me hugs (or possibly kisses) every morning and night, number to be determined by... my age? 44?! That's too many. He'll do as many as *his* age. Which he carefully did, before his bath.
And his favorite part of today? Daddy being here. All the parts with Daddy were the best. All day was his favorite.