I learned a few new things about Sir Henry (I'm feeling very British, thanks to the Olympics):
He's a much better sleeper than I give him credit for. Actually, I knew (and am ever thankful for the fact) that he is an AMAZING sleeper. However, for months and months I have been creeping around like a mouse after he goes to bed, which makes for a lot of creeping since he goes to bed around 7. And poor Nate, who really doesn't enjoy being mouse-like, is compelled to do so as well. At the beach, there was no quiet. Yes, I whispered between the hours of 6:30 and whenever we adults went to bed. Yes, I was careful not to allow my fork or knife to clank against my plate during dinner. My companions were not so careful; the boy never woke up once.
He is sensitive to heat like his mama. Where there is heat, there is heat rash, and that's just no fun. Believe me, I know. (Side story: Once, while in France, I was miserable, hot and covered in a heat rash. I went to the pharmacy and, in the heat of the moment [no pun intended], told the pharmacist that I had une affection de la peau--a skin infection. How ladylike and charming.) Fortunately, my husband and my mother are of much heartier stock and didn't let a little rash confine us to air-conditioned quarters.
He loves sand.
He loves dogs even more than sand.
He is the most delightful boy in the world (but I already knew that)!
|We got to go out on a real date!|
|Notice the toothbrush in his hand. The same brush that he toted to the pool with him. Nothing like encouraging dental hygiene at a young age.|