Getting back in the game.

LeYesterday, she said "we have to go trick or treating again cause we're out of candy."

I really am trying to get back into the blogging game. I have really enjoyed it, and has actually proved beneficial to look back at life memories I have either since forgotten or strategically blocked out of my memory. :)

Can you guess what Henry is? 

Lately we are in a rough transition spot as a family- 4 of us in a 2 bedroom apartment no back yard- only sidewalks and dog poop filled grassy areas to wander. Henry has picked up more than his share of dog turds, and my dislike, not for dogs, big dog OWNERS has definitely gone up. Controversial statement right there since most of you out there are probably are dog owners, but let's just get real- pick up your dog poop and it won't be a problem. 

Anyway, Henry is in the closet of our bedroom- don't worry, it's a walk in, and he doesn't know the difference anyway...but needless to say, I can't imagine that any of us are getting our optimum level of sleep since I hear every snort and each time he rolls over, and I fear rolling over myself cause our bed creeks. I won't get into the other reasons that's less than ideal....

Add that to the fact that Henry is going through a particularly whiney/clingy phase. According to my blog world Blakely went through the same thing at this age (only, I'm sure, much worse). Praise The Lord I don't have a newborn right now. It blows my mind that Henry is the same age as Blakely when he was born. Does that make sense? 

As you can see, Henry is also in a pretty serious climbing phase. I'm sure our neighbors hate us since daily we are sticking a new piece of furniture outside our apartment because Henry keeps climbing and generally has fallen off of it more than once. We have lost bar stools, a coffee table, and a bench so far. Thank goodness we don't have stairs since he fell down a flight at Stephens parents last week. 

I sure am thankful he's happy when he's in my lap, though! I know it won't last forever- and I need to remind myself of that more. 

Left her with a babysitter and woke up to crazy shirt and her diaper on completely backwards. :)