We have a two year old in the house again! Of course, if you ask how old he is he says with confidence "three!".
But wait, there's more. After we got home I left the bowl of frosting on the counter (rather than the fridge since that would have been pointless) and went up to change out of my dress. As I came down the stairs I heard my dear husband saying with some stress in his voice "oh no!". I steeled myself for what I knew I would find....
Henry was happily chowing down on what he called "ice cream". Yep, that's the whole bowl on the floor. And yep, that's a bright white dress shirt. Oh my. Never fear--all the frosting not directly touching the floor was scooped back up and eventually put on the cake. Such is life with Henry.
He loves anything with wheels. He rides his bike all over our neighborhood. He scooters around whenever he can. He sits on Ezra's skateboard and rides it down the driveway over and over. I've been told he even tries to stand up and ride the skateboard--but I have not yet witnessed this myself. He has a lot of confidence in himself. Nothing is beyond trying. And nothing is beyond throwing. Half of my day is spent trying to keep him alive. The other half is spent trying to keep the people around him alive. Never could I have imagined two years ago today that he'd be this way. And the Lord knew to keep it a secret! We are so thankful for you, Henry Cole. Your energy could move mountains if it were in an adult body. You just keep believing that nothing is impossible and we'll see where it gets you!