Oh, Henry.

Friday already. My mind has been a buzz with lots of thoughts and stories and ideas to post here, yet the timing has been off. I can usually get to the computer at naptime or in the evenings but this week it's been nearly impossible to do more than just a quick email reply here or there. I ended up subbing two days this week at school. The days we were home found me trying to stay on top of things, appointments, a photo shoot and even some napping. I'm hoping that next week I get a big, huge energy burst because I have a list about two feet long I'd like to start getting checked off before baby beep beep arrives on the scene.

H, is at such a fun age. Oh yes, he is busy and at times crazy and at other times I just want to scream, but he is talking more and more every day and surprising me with his memory and the other things he seems to be learning and wanting to share.

Twenty-nine months old this last Wednesday. Here he is these days....I always said that there would be no Disney character Halloween costumes.

Yet, yesterday, not only did I buy him Lightning McQueen but I let him wear it out of the store and all the way home.

I was very aware of the dirty looks two other moms with kids gave me in the Halloween aisle at Target. I know they think I'm spoiling him, and maybe I am. But really? Is is so horrible to let him wear it home?

I had a million and one things I needed to get done before a photographer was to arrive at our house. And H, just played. He was so good and content playing with stacking dolls I got in Russia twelve years ago. I think of all the times I have complained about him being so busy and into everything and yet here, when I needed him to be occupied the most, he was.

Finally, yes, we are still potty training. And some mornings, like this morning, H really wants to wear his big boy underwear. I've explained over and over and over that once he goes potty in the potty all the time he can wear his underwear. Today, he decided that he would rather just wear them over his diaper.

Why is he stripped down to his diaper and underwear for nap? Let's just say his lunch made a mess of him and I didn't want the mess on my bed.

And why is he napping on my bed instead of his beep beep bed?

Because it is much easier for me to climb in and take a snooze with him in my bed, than his bed. Something else I swore I'd never do, take naps with my 2 year old. But not only do I need it these days, I also love it.