When watching Henry's play I'm reminded how a parent's influence is astonishingly huge. And how deeply he soaks up every thing to which we expose him. Somehow it all makes me simultaneously feel heavy with responsibility and light with hope and possibility ...
Making "iced mochas" at the kitchen counter, in his Learning Tower
He loves to help brew espresso and knows all the {many!} steps. It is quite funny to hear him reciting the process to himself as he pretends, "use the tamper on the portafilter ..." We recently realized that he thinks that everyone brews espresso at home -- when looking at the coffee maker at my parents' house, he asked, "Grandma, where is your espresso maker?"
Eric and I recently cut down this little tree in our yard. Today Henry was using his little green shovel to "saw and cut, like Mama and Daddy" on the remaining stump ...
... and on a spent cob of squirrel corn ... and on many other things that needed "trimming"
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