Sunday, August 14, 2011

Over and over and over

Henry's vocabulary is exploding. And he LOVES to hear what he has to say.

His new thing, saying hello to Andrew and me.


And over.

And over again.

It goes like this: imagine us driving down the road with Henry in the back seat.

"Hiii mommy!"

"Hi Henry."

"Hiii Dadddddy!"

"Hi Henry."

"Hiiii mommy!"

"Hi Henry."

"Hiii Daddy."


"Hiiii Daaaddddy."


"Hiiii Daaaadddddyyyy."

"Hi Henry."

"Hi Daddy. Hi Mommy."

"Hi Henry."

and on it goes.

No imagine us sitting at the dining room table.

He looks toward Andrew, "Hi Daddy." "Hi Henry!"

Looks at me, "Hi Mommy!" "Hi Henry."

Back and Andrew with a look of great anticipation, "Hi Daddy." "Well, hi Henry."

A satisfied smile.

Then he turns back at me. "Hi Mommy!" "Hi Henry."


  1. from Grampa Breen:

    This kind of reminds me of “Hello, muddah; hello, faddah. Here I am at ... Camp Granada.” It’s an oldie, spoof-type of song. I forget who did it, but you could probably Google/YouTube it.

    Henry, you’re getting to be quite the chatterbox, quite an orator. The rooms are alive ... with the sounds of Henry. Keep learning, young man! We love you and your progress reports from your amazing parents!


    Grampa Breen in Texas. (Can you say “Grampa”?)