Henry and I made a trip to the Met this afternoon. Henry had a ball trying to touch everything and running into tourists in the galleries. The security guards weren’t happy with him, but that’s their problem. We explored the Spanish patio, the Arms and Armor (I taught Henry how to chop with a katana), the musical instruments (he knew horns, violins, and pianos on sight, but I had to teach him about clarinets, cellos, and harpsichords), and the Duncan Phyfe furniture exhibition. We each had a cookie in the big atrium, and then we went home.
Henry’s learning many words. I asked him to identify all sorts of things on the way, and he was right more often than not. After our museum trip, we visited Bipa and Bima, and he had his dinner. We asked him what all of our names were, and somehow he knew off the bat that Bima’s name is Susan. No idea where he picked that up.
Henry’s learned how to sing the alphabet song pretty well. He skips over a letter here or there, but it’s pretty much right. He can also identify many letters, particularly H E N R Y.
I haven’t posted in a criminally long time, so here are a few developmental highlights:
June 26: Henry peed in the toilet for the first time, and learned how to catch a ball.
Sept. 17: Henry climbed up on the couch all by himself, walked much of the way to school without holding my hand, learned how to identify which blocks go in which hole, walked up and down the steps in his school, and even started to sing along (sort of) to “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.” “How I wawa…”
Dec. 20: Henry was naked after his bath and we asked him where his tushy was. He farted, and then laughed hysterically.
Dec. 22: Sam and I were chatting over breakfast as we normally do, and Henry said, “No talk.” That’ll be a valuable skill if he’s got to live with the two of us for another twenty years.
Dec. 29: Henry figured out how to get his synthesizer to play music on its own. Bipa and Bima watched as he danced around the room with his tambourine to the jazzy synth version of Ode to Joy, pausing every so often to turn the synth off and on again to start the music from the beginning. The next day, Sam tried to sit in one of the chairs while he repeated this routine, and he said “Bima’s chair!”
Jan. 4: Henry went #2 on the potty for the first time.
Jan. 24: Henry drank from an ordinary glass beautifully. He also likes to play pretend games now, like picking “cookies” off the tree in the living room (inspired by the Cookie Tree episode of Sesame Street), and eating mama and dada. He thinks eating us is very funny.
Feb. 4: Henry had a cough and I gave him honey. After the cough went away, he got into the habit for a few days of faking a big cough before bed, and saying, “Hurt. Throat hurt. Honey.” I wasn’t fooled.
—Daddy
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