Just a normal evening in the Romano house…
We’re slowly moving out of the crazy not-listening, tantrum-throwing phase and into that sweet spot where we get to really see Henry’s personality starting to shine. He’s still my introverted, contemplative boy who likes to crawl up on Momma’s lap and snuggle. But he’s starting to learn that if you want to stand a chance in the Romano house, you gotta turn up the volume.
He’s also got a wicked sense of humor, a killer smile, and stubborn streak that can drive you to the very edge of sanity.
We’ve officially mastered the potty training, and now we’re working hard on eating better dinners without staging massive protests. So yeah, we hit a milestone and got a new toy. And tonight, H-man celebrated by getting to play a little Spiderman on the Playstation while singing his new favorite song, Blitzkrieg Bop.
This boy is either going to be a rockstar, a lawyer, or a stand-up comedian. And no matter how it shakes out, it’s sure going to be an exciting ride.
Who else would it be but Henry?
I’m honestly at a loss of how to solve this kid’s crazy hair problems short of shaving him bald. I don’t know if it’s just a wicked cowlick, something about the way I’m cutting his hair, or maybe he’s got some sort of weird electricity running through his little body that makes his hair perpetually stand on end. We’ve tried wetting it, combing it, slicking it down with extra hold mousse but honestly everything we’re tried has only made things worse.
Plus, Henry has decided he likes his crazy hair (he thinks it makes him look like two of his favorite cartoon characters, Hiro from Big Hero 6 and Sora from the Kingdom Hearts video games) so he’s taken to running away from us every time we tell him we want to help him with his hair.
At this point, it doesn’t even really bother as much as it cracks me up. As long as his hair is clean, I don’t really care if it’s sticking up all over the place. I’ve got much bigger battles to fight with this kid. 😉
What a difference a haircut makes!
After a month or so of asking, begging, pleading, and insisting that Henry please, please, please, please, pretty please let Mommy cut that hair before it becomes a bonafide mullet…
Oh, who am I kidding? H-man and Stevie have both been sporting psuedo-mullets for a few weeks now.
But finally today, I managed to distract Henry enough with the iPad and offer the right kind of bribe (a strawberry Blow-Pop), and lo an behold he finally agreed to let me cut his shaggy hair.
He doesn’t even look like the same kid!
Now, I just gotta get Stevie’s hair taken care of and all will be right with the world again.
It was adorable how excited Henry was to buy Cadence a birthday gift this year. He talked for days about going shopping, and kept insisting that Cadence wanted a Buzz Lightyear rocket. (We warned her ahead of time that she might get something Buzz Lightyear related if we weren’t able to talk him out of it at the store, and she was cool with it. She’s such a good sister!)
Luckily, there were no Buzz Lightyear rockets to be found, and after a few laps around the Target toy aisle, Henry finally settled on getting his sister the game Pie Face! And for the last 6 days, he has been asking nonstop to play “the cream game.”
I don’t know exactly what he thought this game was, but when we finally busted it out to play today and Stevie explained that he might get slapped in the face with whipped cream, Henry suddenly didn’t seem so sure about the whole thing.
And you know hilarity ensued.
Nine years ago today, this beautiful soul made me a Mom.
It’s been a wild ride (and if you want to read about how the wild ride started, CLICK HERE), but damn it has been worth it to see our sweet baby girl grow into a kind, confident, and capable child. I’m amazed by her daily. She’s witty and sarcastic and she’s got a laugh that’s downright infectious. She’s got a great big heart and is a friend to everyone she meets. And she’s the best big sister I’ve ever seen, staying ever compassionate and patient when Henry is in full toddler meltdown mode.
I find myself wondering daily how I get to be so blessed to be her Momma.
Happy 9th Birthday Cadence LaRue! I can’t wait to see where your story goes from here.