can you say magnet.

That was the first question during today's science class.  Um.  Henry can't even say "no."  Wait, I take that back.  I know he can say it.  He just chooses to not say anything. 

We had a great time even though Henry really wanted to take a nap.  He almost fell asleep on the way to class.  So for as tired as he was, he did really well.  He mostly wanted to play in the big play table full of rice (uncooked, of course) and measuring cups and magnets and fun things to dig out with the magnets but he loved it so I didn't really care.  After much coaxing and hyping it up, I got him to go to another station to explore the magnets only to realize when we got there that he would be picking up things like nails and paper clips and small marbles with the magnets at that station.  It pretty much seemed like a one- to two-year old death trap station to me which is kind of odd because the class is only for one- to two-year olds.  Of course Henry was way into it.  I love watching him interact with other kids, those he knows or those he just met.  Some of the kids there were talkers and some weren't so it was nice that he wasn't the only one not answering the can you say magnet question.

I tried really hard to keep him awake on the car ride home but we were delayed when I got behind a very large man riding a very small mo-ped.  When we got behind him, he was going the speed limit, which at that point was 25 mph.  By the time we got to the top of the very gradual incline, we were barely pushing 10 mph and Henry was almost asleep no matter how loudly I sang Tom Sawyer.  He ended up falling asleep for about 10 minutes and when we got home he wanted to eat a snack and I tried to lay him down for a real nap but he had other ideas.  After many attempts to make him take a nap, I gave up and watched him walk around like a drunk zombie.  Running into walls.  One time I swear he fell asleep while licking the sliding glass door (I'm pretty sure he picked up that idea from Barbaro Garbey but I can't prove it).  During his last snack I explained to him that he was going to have to go to sleep and the next time I put him in his bed, he would have to cry until he went to sleep because I wasn't going to come get him, just like on Christmas eve.  When I put him to bed he went right to sleep, I didn't hear a peep.

It's been a long day.  I kind of wish tomorrow was science Tuesday as well.  But this time with more napping.

Oh, and I don't have any photos to post because they actually provide cameras for you to take your own photos and then they give you a disk at the end of the sessions.  It's a cool idea except my camera kicks their camera's ass but I didn't want to be the snob that declined using their piece of shit camera because mine is better.  But at least now I have a good excuse to not post photos when I'm super tired and just want to read my book and hopefully fall asleep for real tonight.