Parenting Henri

this is about henri, and the parenting thereof

mommy needs coffee 2009/11/21

h:  mommy needs coffee

m: yep

h: my* No drahnk coffee

m: Nooooooo. coffee is Yukkie!  (sips coffee loudly)

h: my Yes! DRAHNK coffee

*my = “I” in the henriland language
 

I foresee problems in our communication…

Not for any reason other than that we’re human, of course.  Therefore, I’m saving the following saying in my back pocket, just in case I ever need it:

“…he who doesn’t listen to the word of the fathers [AKA, the mothers, since we all know the fathers do/say what the mothers tell them to] will become a thief and will die through the words of a thief and will become impoverished through the words of a thief.”

And this (as a back-up’s back-up):

“Parents talk to their children.  In this way they bring up the children…But if the child doesn’t listen, then the father and the mother will neglect it and it will not grow up. It will not find anything. It will not collect anything. It will not have children and will not marry any woman.”

–Baldambe (‘Father of the Dark Brown Cow’) found onEchoes of the Past

It sure sounds better than “If you lie, God’ll cut your tongue off,” which was all I had in the Scary Warning Department until finding this gem!

 

in which i defend my use of a store-bought costume 2009/11/11

Filed under: ideals schmideals,in the flesh,memorabilia — lee lee @ 9:33 am
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{Just another way in which my “ideals” of parenting have changed since actually becoming a parent}

Not only did I expect to make my child’s costume from scratch before becoming a parent, I even looked down upon those who didn’t.  How lazy, I thought, of those parents.  But I also saw it as a creativity problem; what are we teaching our children by allowing them to “order” their costume online?  Isn’t the point of Halloween (other than the massive amounts of candy and something about the devil)  to be creative??

Then, I became a parent.

Also, I’m a big fan of “theme” costumes.

Last year, after deciding on the theme of Little Bo Peep who’s lost her Sheep, complete with scary Wolf-Daddy, I knew that I could not even begin to make a costume as cute as the little lamb I found online.

little lamb

only costume worthy of henri's cuteness factor

I mean, come on.  This costume is so cute that when I tried to resell it online, all I got was emails from random strangers about how cute my kid was.  And, yes, he’s cute by himself–but with The Lamb Costume on…this is “shit your pants” cute.

So then, my ideal had been broken and it was perfectly okay, nay, desirable, for me to order a Curious George costume that costs $20 this year.  I didn’t realize how quickly my scruples would drop, nor how low…

Luckily, my mother-in-law saved my poor Henri from this {potential} debacle by finding a Very Expensively Made tiger costume at the Weston Dump  (Read: Untapped Resource).  The only problem with this is that as the cuteness factor continues to rise without any creative input from mom-mom, the ideal–or the possibility of Ever making a costume for h-man–sinks lower and lower and lower.  Oops…there it went.  Lost it!

tiger costume

Tigers Do Not Smile

 

mother love {is sometimes revolting} 2009/11/07

Filed under: just plain silly — lee lee @ 11:53 pm
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As I was routinely changing Henri’s diaper tonight before beginning the bedtime routine, I thought to myself: How could I ever not love someone whose ass crack I’ve seen a million times?

Strange, but true.