stuff.

It's been a crazy couple of days.  Henry has been pacifier-free since Saturday morning and while I am happy to not see that stupid thing in his mouth anymore, it's made life a little more difficult.  Every day it gets better but we're still not back to "normal" yet, whatever that might be. 

We have to be at the hospital tomorrow morning by 8 and I need to be up way earlier than that to get ready to go before Henry gets up so of course I'm wide awake and will probably not sleep tonight. 

And there's a mosquito in here and I can't quite kill it, not for lack of trying. 

Yesterday Henry was supposed to be washing his car but when I looked outside I saw this going on. 

Wait, no, not yesterday.  Saturday.  He dragged the hose out in the yard and turned it on all by himself.  Certainly the actions of a boy too grown up to need a pacifier!  And the other day he helped me move my car.  He sat on my lap and put the key in the ignition himself.  When I went to turn the key to start the car, he said, "No mom-mom, I can do it myself."  AND HE DID. 

Just when I think he's too grown up, something happens, like he gets scared when his cousins spin him around too fast, and he's back in my arms wanting to cuddle and nuzzling into my neck, asking me to make him feel better, please. 

We've had lots of interesting talks lately.  I love it that he can tell me what he's thinking and he is still innocent enough to tell me exactly what's on his mind, no matter how ridiculous/silly/incorrect.  It also cracks me up when I find myself arguing a point with him.  Like when I tell him I have to pee and he tells me no, I have to poop.  Or when he tells me I love his daddy and I tell him, no, I don't.  I usually end up just agreeing with him because I realize I'm not going to win.  Well, I didn't agree with him on that last one.  Who knows, maybe I really did have to poop?

I killed that fucking mosquito dead.