Mema

My Mema and Henry's "Good" Mema passed away a few weeks ago, and I came across these photos that I wanted share.

I'm thankful that Henry and Mema shared this planet for two years and eight months.  

Quickies

Perhaps you noticed that I took a blogging hiatus?  Here's a few quickies with no related photos... more to come.  Be patient.  Seriously, be patient.  We are short of patience in this household lately. 

• Henry took his pants off on Friday morning before we got to school.  In the car seat.  Strapped in.  Because he wanted me, not Daddy, to put on his pants.  
• We went to Birmingham last weekend, and on the way to the "state" of Alabama, Henry insisted that we tell him what "stadium" we were in.  "Are we in Georgia stadium?"  "Are we still in Georgia stadium?"
• Once at Evan and Anna's house, Henry played the game he longed to play for weeks, "Memory."  He took one turn and made a match.  It was his last turn--quit while he was ahead.
• There's a  Laurie Berkner song called, "We are the Dinosaurs, " and H loves it.  The dinosaurs march and "make the earth flat."  Henry, however, asserts that the lyrics are, "We make the egg beaters flat."  I have no idea.  
• Tonight, at bedtime, the boy got his head stuck between the door and door frame of his room because he couldn't manage to stay in his bed long enough for me to come check on him.

Now, here's the question.  How is it that impatience equals lots and lots of dawdling, too?

Exercise

If I didn't already know that I needed to get back into the swing of exercising, I found out tonight that Henry is an apt ab cruncher, jumpin' jacker, and push upper.  It's impressive stuff.  I'll need to post a video soon--an exercise video.

Today

Today marks the 20th anniversary of the first time I ever saw a newborn--a shockingly small but somehow smack-me-in-the-face important and adorable being snuggled against my Mama's neck.  Happy Birthday, Elizabeth.  We love you and can't see you soon enough.

Mash Up

Last year's football season brought out Henry's fanaticism, and the site of either a Furman or Gamecocks logo elicited an enthusiastic, "Go Cocks!  Furman Football!  Yea!!!!"

This year, we are trying to be a little more specific with him.  Here's what we're getting:

• He says "Game!"  and we say "Cocks!"
• We say "Game!" and he says "FU One Time!"
• U-S-C!  Go Furman!

And my personal favorite...

• M-O-U-S-C!  Gooooo Cocks!

Sad faces

Henry's especially good at facial expressions, and he excels in his sad faces.  Here are a couple of examples that were taken at a friend's house last Sunday.... the day after we stayed out late for the Furman v. Carolina football game.

He really has the bottom lip moves perfected.  He actually critiqued mine this afternoon when I tried to stick out my bottom lip in an attempt to call his sad face bluff.

Win-Win

Saturday's final score was 38 to 19, with The Gamecocks beating our Paladins.  Truth be told, though, we were dressed in purple and white but cheered for garnet and black, too. 

Henry attended lots of Furman games in his lifetime, but this game was his first Carolina football game at the much larger and waaaaaaaaay hotter Williams Brice Stadium. 

It wasn't his first tailgate, either, but I think that it was his first time to provide the singing entertainment.

Our family's confused fan status was shared with Grandjane and Grandjoe.  But Elizabeth stood firm in her USC gear.

Thank you to Uncle Joel and Aunt Allison and the Bogles and the rest of the tailgating crew for hosting us and helping to put away Cory's delicious barbecue.

It was great to see our family and friends and to watch our Paladins and their respectful showing against our GAME... COCKS!