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.

I'll just get right in to the adorableness of my Baby H and his antics of late. Henry is such a funny little dude. You'd think spending every minute of every day with him that I'd tire of the same few funny things he says/does - But I don't. Like this, for example:

Henry recently learned a new word.
The negative side of this achievement is two-fold.
    1: It's not a word existing in the English language.
    2: We have no idea what it means.

Usually I can decipher the nonsense words by assessing the situation or mood that's present at the moment. But in order to do that, the word needs to be used in a consistent or relative way to something, obviously. Like, how he says "Hank" when he wants some chocolate milk, because he points at it - I got that down.

 "DARDY" That's the word. He uses it roughly 500 times per day. So I'd prefer to know what he's saying.

I took the liberty of picking out a few examples, listed chronologically, of how "dardy" has been used in the past week. You should get an idea of why we have struggled to clearly define this word and it's purpose.

1. "dardy" is used in the place of every number. (counts the fingers on his hand - "dardy, dardy, dardy). So, numbers.

2. Excitement is shown with a "dardy! Wow!" while watching a vehicle crash on his tru, or crashing his own toy cars... But note that it's also used as the response of the bystander (aka his teddy bear) watching the crash to show concern (gently said) "oh dardy"

In the game of keep-away, which poor Henry was the victim of over the weekend, "dardy was delivered in the high-pitched whining tone, suggesting a definition relative to negative emotions and having a complaint regarding the fairness of the game..

4. Henry saw an animal on the lawn and made his little "oh cute" face, pointed, and said "oh, Dardy, so cute". I felt quite puzzled at this sudden sweet use of a word used just yesterday as part of a horrible, screechy whine.

5. Most recently, I experienced new use of this word, in the form of a question. Offering no hint to it's meaning, Henry will simply look at me with a puzzled look, and ask: "dardy?" And, adding difficulty to deciphering the meaning, no matter what my response to the question is, he'll always reply "oh!"As if he's satisfied with the answer, even without me understanding the question.

6. Lastly, sometimes "dardy" is overheard being used for no apparent reason. He'll just walk around the house and i'll hear him rambling to himself "dardy, yeah....ok dardy". Sometimes followed by a giggle. See why i'm confused? Or maybe afraid?

So that gives us possible definitions being something like an expression of varied emotions relative, but not limited to: excitement, car crashes, excitement for car crashes, concern, whining, cuteness /and/or a love for animals, and possibly used as a filler with no actual purpose in between nonsense words. Oh, and an alternative to learning all the numbers.


So, that's what i've been dealing with this week. That's my life. Aren't you glad that I shared it with you? I'll be sure to report back as we learn more about this complex word.

Okay, bye. Dardy.

Dear Blog,

     Last post was August 22nd... So much for the effort I was going to put forth. Oh well. Who cares, I don't know why I feel guilty about not keeping up to date. Anyone who knows me knows that I obsessively post my every move, thought and emotion to Facebook... So there really isn't much chance you'll miss any of the excitement that is my life, even if you want to.
     Another big reason why I don't update here often, or ever, is because I keep private journal blogs of the kids (since I'm too lazy to keep up the scrapbooks I once used to document our lives). But I suppose in an effort to keep from neglecting my blogging, and forcing my self to document life in it's entirety today, I'll just chuck everything at one blog. here. Which, of course, means that you get to hear all about my kids and their every move, every funny thing said, every milestone, and every gushy thing I have to say. (Including the venting) Cause I like my kids, And who am I kidding? I have very little to say regarding other topics at this point in time. My life is basically my kids, mixed with the occasional spontaneous moments in which something happens & they are not involved... But I can't recall any of those at this current time.