Archive for the 'Henrietta' Category

Bringing a tear to my eye

Friday, April 8th, 2011

Henrietta, on why she likes wearing the sweater I made her: “I feel like your love is with me wherever I go.”

Bathtime fun

Friday, March 11th, 2011

Says Henrietta, in her bath, “Jetboat! What a refreshing name for a jetboat!”

Mardi Gras

Tuesday, March 8th, 2011

“I don’t know where my tortellini shirt is!” “Your tortellini shirt?” “The one from New Orleans!” “Ooooohhhh…your fleur de lis shirt?” [hysterical laughter all around]

The grass is always greener….

Friday, March 4th, 2011

Walking to day care this morning, with about 20° and a bit of a breeze, Henrietta announced: “It’s not like this in Florida. Stupid weather.”

Words and more words

Thursday, February 24th, 2011

Charlotte, after dropping a baby doll on the floor at school: “Uh-oh, baby!” Henrietta, meanwhile, now understands exaggeration. As in, “It’s so windy, our house might fall down!” “No, Etta, our house won’t fall down.” “I know, I was exaggerating!” Also, where did she learn this?

She’s on the move!

Wednesday, February 23rd, 2011

On the 16th (Happy Birthday, Grandma Marg!), Charlotte decided she was ready to start walking, and she hasn’t stopped moving since! Turns out she’s been teaching herself other things at school, too: And Etta’s picked up a new song:


Tuesday, February 8th, 2011

Henrietta: “I would like to be a scientist when I grow up, because I like looking for things.”

It’s my life!

Wednesday, January 19th, 2011

Upon being asked to stop talking and eat her supper, Henrietta announced, “But…if I can’t talk, I can’t live!”

Bored in the airport

Friday, January 14th, 2011

We’re sitting around at the Fort Lauderdale Airport. After a rather dramatic tantrum involving, I think, a disagreement about the iPad, Henrietta announced, “I’m tired of everything. And my pinky is stuck.” (In a loop on her shoe, I believe.)

11 months old

Thursday, December 9th, 2010

At 11 months old, Charlotte is: standing, standing, standing cruising around holding onto furniture using a sippy cup eating all kinds of things, including black beans and pickles (!) seeming to call Etta, Basil, and Daddy by name. And a great quote from Henrietta this morning, one of the first really cold mornings we’ve had, […]