Firstly, I'll say that Henry has been sick this week. Any time he sneezes, disgusting things happen. Often when I don't have a tissue nearby to assist him with.

Okay, that being said...

Henry really enjoys helping me with the laundry. His favorite part (and really the only part that he is actually useful at) is putting the wet clothing from the washer that I hand to him into the dryer. He hears that washer lid go up and immediately is at my side. (Note that this doesn't happen all that often... I really hate doing laundry)

Anyway... Today I handed him item after item to put in the dryer. He was having a wonderful time. Then I handed him my brand new JCrew Chambray shirt. He took it and before putting it in the dryer, he did a nice big old sneeze into it, then blew his nose, wiped himself up and put it in the dryer.

Gross. This complete laundry redo brought to you by the letter "H".

In the car yesterday as was driving Will home from school, I reached my hand back and put it out for him to hold. I held it for a few moments, then gave it a squeeze and let go. I do this all the time. But yesterday, it dawned on me that I was doing it out of habit. Not mine. I got this from my mom. I remember riding in the car with my mom and holding her hand that way. I remember feeling so special when she'd do it. It made me happy to think that those sweet memories are still with me as an adult... And that my kids will have them too.