Rough and Tough

Justyn has told me since Shaelynne was born that he had a little brother coming. After two more girls, he was running out of chances. We gave his brother one more opportunity to come, and thankfully he did. Henry thinks Justyn is the coolest thing ever, and Justyn thinks Henry is way too funny. They are similar in alot of ways but Justyn never threw a fit as a baby, he just held it all in until he exploded, which wasn't until he was about 5 years old. Henry, on the other hand, has major breakdowns all day long.

One day Henry was outside running down the sidewalk. He tripped and landed in a pile of powdery dirt. Now, if this would have been Justyn, he would have gotten up laughing and licking the dirt off his hands, but not Henry. When he stood up he was covered from head to toe in white dust. He was so mad! He started screaming and kicking the sidewalk. When that didn't make him feel better he decided to hit it also. The more he hit and kicked the dirtier he got and the dirtier he got the madder he became. He was so angry. We threw him in the bath tub which then made him mad at the bath and he forgot about the sidewalk. Once he was dried off and dressed he was calmed down and ready to go play again, until the next thing came along and he was ticked off all over again.



Henry is crazy. The rougher you play, the more he likes it. He never gets mad or upset when he is roughing around. He likes to hit his head on things. He'll do something to hurt himself, think about it for a second, and then either get really mad or do it again just because he liked the pain. He will come up and give you a kiss and then smack you in the face as hard as he can and take off running and laughing. He has become way too much help in the kitchen. Out of the entire silverware rack in the dishwasher full of utensils, he likes to grab all the sharp knives and stab them them into the linoleum floor. I just had my floor replaced on Friday. He better not do that again. He likes to find the cords plugged into the walls and follow them to see what they go to. Then he'll grab it and pull really hard and watch it fall. I will be replacing a lamp thanks to this experiment. I'm sure my other boys were this much fun but after three girly-girls, Henry is a shock to our home! I have to admit, I've worried about him not having another boy around close to his age to play with, but I think he'll be able to hold his own. Even at 14 months, he knows that Barbies are for pulling their heads off and tea parties are for terrorizing with sticks and scary monster noises.



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