And got Every. Last. Drop.
Henry pushed his truck around while bouncing like a frog, parked his trucks all in a row under the toe-kick of the cabinets, and then we went up to take a shower just as Dad got home at 7:30. Not exactly the night I had planned, but we'll make it up tonight.
Some of our highlights from this week were making an A for Alligator, singing the alphabet song 10 times, and reading "There's an Alligator Under My Bed" by Mercer Mayer about 5 times. We've had it from the library before and by now Henry can "read" about half of it with me. I got the idea from here, and hopefully we'll make it though the alphabet in the next few months.
We watched the garbage truck come pick up (yet another) dumpster from our driveway.
Dad moved his tools from his shop to our basement so he can actually get some use out of them again, and along with them came the wagon for the old Structo truck Henry discovered in our attic a few weeks ago. I think Doug had grand plans of refinishing them, but this little boy doesn't care, as long as it's a truck. It's current function is storage - Henry loves to shove all of his other cars and trucks in the "wagon."
And I just need to point out that Henry's as enthusiastic about salad as he is ice cream. Makes his momma proud.