Henry's 3 Year Questionnaire (And Then Some)

I decided I would do a birthday questionnaire with Henry to help document his personality each year. I tried to video record his answers, but it was split into almost 6 videos because he knew I was doing it and wanted to show off - haha! Silly kid.
Henry's 3 Year Questionnaire

What is your name?
Henry. (Yup, you got that right kid - and you should hear him say 'Ovenshire', it's adorable!)
How old are you?
Three! (He's very excited about this fact.)
What is your favorite color?
Black. (I'd swear on blue, kid, considering that everything you pick out is blue. But you always say things are black and that your favorite color is black so, if you say so.)
What is your favorite food?
Cheese. (I'd believe that. You also love doughnuts, fruit snacks, bug juice, and pizza.)
What is your favorite thing to do with Mommy?
Play all day. (I was hoping you'd say something like cooking, but yes, we do play all day - and I love that too)
What is your favorite thing to do with Daddy?
Help him in the garage and ride the motorcycle. (It's a mini dirt-bike, not a motorcycle, and you do love that thing.)
What is your favorite toy?
My bike! (True that, kid, true that.)
What do you want to be when you grow up?
A boy. (I wish I could keep you my little boy forever, but I know I can't. You take everything a part and are mechanical like your Daddy, I say you will do something that pertains to that.)
What is your favorite book?
Bug book! (Okay son, we do not own a bug book (Unless you're talking about The Very Busy Spider) despite the fact that you tore every single book off the bookshelf looking for one so I have no idea what you are talking about, but after this we got you some bug books from the library and you did love them. You often bring me your Curious George book and you really love this Little Golden Book called The Happy Man and His Dump truck. Honestly, we have a ton of books and you love to read them all.)
What is your favorite TV show?
Thomas! (You do love Thomas - but you also love Curious George and Clifford. You like both Clifford and Puppy Days - you call them BIG Clifford and little Clifford and you always say 'Mommy, remember when Clifford was little and he grew BIG: it's so cute.)
Who is your best friend?
The girl. (Not sure which girl you are talking about, but I'd say a girl would be your best friend. There is the neighbor girl behind us, Layla, and Izabel. Oh...and Mommy. You meant Mommy, right?)

And now for some random extras about you, Henry:

• You weigh almost exactly 30 lbs.
• You are 37 1/2 inches tall.
• You wear size 8 shoes and 3t shirts and pants - the pants have to be adjustable however, other wise they will fall right off your skinny butt.
• You are completely attached to your 'Doggie Blankie'. This is actually new to us, you always had to have a silky blanket, but now doggie blankie is IT for you.
• You are refusing to potty train. Matter of fact, I am completely out of ideas because we have tried EVERYTHING.
• You are starting home preschool this year and are a smart little cookie.
• You have SO MANY CARS. I would be embarrassed to count them and have an actual number.
• You sleep smack-dab in the middle of Mommy and Daddy.
• You have a huge interest in photography. I'm going to get you one of those Little Tykes cameras for Christmas so you'll stop stealing our phones and trying to get to my 'big' camera.
• You typically do not nap anymore.
• You love animals of all kinds - especially your doggies.
• You are very, very independent. We are typically not 'allowed' to help you with anything. You want to do it all on your own.
• You keep telling us you want a baby.
• You are constantly on the move although you've recently found TV shows a little more appealing and will sit still to watch them.
• You eat like a bird - as in, very small amounts sporadically. We can tell when you're growing because you actually have an appetite.
• You always say 'thank you' but we have to ask you to say 'please' every. single. time.
• You cook your own egg in the morning with Mommy's supervision. You can't break it without getting shell everywhere yet, but we're working on it. I love that you want to learn these things.
• You are super sweet, love to cuddle, love to give hugs and kisses and will throw the HUGEST fit if you don't get the amount of hugs and kisses you want when one of us leave.
• You are our entire world, the light of our lives, and by-far the BEST thing your Daddy and I have ever done. We love you, boog.

Lesson Learned

If you've read my blog for any length of time, you know how important parenting is to me.
I know that sounds silly. Of course parenting is important to me. If you're a parent, how can parenting NOT be important to you? Right?
I don't know how else to say it though. Parenting, or my way of parenting, is important to me. Attached parenting is important to me. (That's what it's called, right?) Spending these younger years by my son's side, teaching him, playing with him, exploring with him, and being that constant in his life is very, very important to me.
So when I started watching two other boys in my home five days a week, I realized I didn't really think it all the way through before I made the commitment. And I regretted it, almost immediately.

My time, my precious time, was then split between three instead of one...and the youngest one needed fed, and changed, and fed again every few hours...and the other boy, he needed more attention because he was constantly into everything and I was afraid that if I took my eye off of him for even a second, he'd end up hurt...and Henry played at my feet, and pulled on my shirt, and said 'Mommy, I want to go outside. Mommy, I want to go see Daddy. Mommy, come read to me.' and I had to tell him no, or not right now, or in a little bit, and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Mom guilt set in fast and I had to step back and think 'Is this worth it?'. Really, is staying home and having my attention pulled away from Henry any different than working outside of the home 9-5? I'm here, but I'm not.
So when the girl just didn't show up with her boys today (I'm sorry, but who does that?!?), I kinda let out a huge sigh of relief.  I knew that this was probably coming because we had butted heads several times in the previous week (No, I can't watch your kids later while you run errands and lolly-gag around, I have another job to get to after they leave. Please change your son before he comes over so I don't have to clean up the inside of his diaper when it falls apart all over my house. If he's that sick, you shouldn't be bringing him here because then, HELLO, my son is going to get sick too!) and we really just did not seem like a good match for each other, at all.

I am so glad for this experience because it made me realize how much I love spending time with my son, and just how blessed we are to have this time. I have thought so much about purpose this year, and right now, Henry is mine. I want to cherish and be thankful for the opportunity I've been given to do so much with him, and to be there, and to really enjoy it.
This is so important to me, this parenting job. The next time I think 'well...we could really use the money' I'm going to remember this and take a step back and realize what I have to sacrifice first.
Lesson learned.

Priorities

I can never get enough of this boy. Never, ever, ever.
I can't believe how fast he is growing and changing. I just love him so much that I just want to hold him tight and cherish every single moment as he grows.
I'm trying. But it's hard sometimes to slow down enough to cherish it all the way that I really want to. Still, he is my priority.
Last night we toured a preschool. Henry loved it. And by loved it, I mean, threw a huge fit and didn't want to leave.
I hate to break it to him, but we were told he would probably not be able to go this year. The program only had a couple of spots left open and he needs some medical records and things before we can proceed any further. Plus - there's the potty-training. Ya know, the one thing we've been struggling with for a year now.
That wasn't a deal breaker, but he still needs some work.
I told Jeremy that I would make it a point to do some home-schooled preschool this year since he isn't going to be able to go. But next year we will probably definitely go with the same program. We loved it.
In other news: today I ordered a new camera. Because ya know - priorities. I've been saving for almost two years now to make this purchase and I'm finally doing it despite the anxiety that maybe I should wait, or maybe I should just purchase a couple new lenses, or maybe I should use the money for marketing, etc...
But I finally just bit the bullet and bought the camera because it's really what I need next.
Now I must attend to the three snotty-nosed boys that are screaming and fighting over toys (well, the youngest is probably just hungry) instead of writing a blog post. Somehow, over a very short period of time, these kids became a priority.

Composites

Do you want to know one thing I LOVE about photography?

When you get a little bored with the same old, same old, there is ALWAYS something new to learn.

I've been toying (no pun intended) with the idea of composites for awhile now, so yesterday, smack dab in the middle of editing a wedding, I decided to take a small break and give one (or two) a try.

I am pleasantly surprised at how they turned out and they were SO much fun to create.

I plan on printing the first one for Henry's room. It just screams him.

I can't wait to create some more!

Have you tried anything new and exciting lately?

Tough. Hard. Seemingly Impossible.

Can I just stop for a minute and say it: life can be downright tough. Hard. Seemingly impossible.
I've been a busy bee as of late - I started watching two little boys (ages 2 and 7 months) in my home from 7 to 3 Monday through Friday while maintaining my other part time job, photography, crocheting, and keeping up our home.
It can be a little overwhelming at times.
But that's beside the point and totally off-topic.

(The easy decision. The hat that fits the best. My sunshine and rain and all good things captured in the messiness and sweet and wild that is my little boy.)

I'm not even sure what the point is here. Just that, well, I have some tough decisions to make. And tough decisions can make life seem tough. Hard. Seemingly impossible.
I guess I just don't know where to go from here. I feel stuck exactly where I am for at least another month? Longer? I don't know.
I do know that I have to make decisions, and stick to them - no matter how much I want to stray, bend rules, or push limits. I have to stand my ground. It's the only way I'm going to grow and become what I've envisioned.
I need discipline. Something I've always lacked and have to constantly push for.
Sometimes I feel like I've dipped my toes into a few too many pools. I like how each feel, effect me, help me to grow - but I am running from one to the other, jumping in head-first, because I don't have the time to savor each one.
My head fits a few too many hats - and I just need to hang a few up for the time being, revisit them later when the season is right. But which ones? How do you walk away from something you love in order to savor something else you love? How do you decide what you want to do with your limited time in life? How do you prioritize when it all seems important, wonderful, exciting?
I hate tough decisions. Hard decisions. Decisions that are seemingly impossible.
But they have to be made, and soon, because time is limited and I want to make the very most of the time that I have.

The Light Shines

I feel as if God is preparing me for a great tragedy, but if we're honest with ourselves, isn't he always?
The truth of God's word rings true every. single. day. Every day whether we reach for it, study it, listen to it, and search for the answers that we so often seek.
I'm currently reading One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp, have you read it? It's a tough read, for different reasons, but currently I am at a spot that reflects on how all things, good and bad, come from God.
The great tragedies of our lives are gifts from God and this text hit me hard with that truth as I was reading it last night:
"All God makes is good. Can it be that, that which seems to oppose the will of God actually is used of Him to accomplish the will of God? That which seems evil only seems so because of perspective, the way the eyes see the shadows. Above the clouds, light never stops shining."
Above the clouds, light never stops shining.
I had to think about that for a good long while and breathe deep the realization that even when my own heart is breaking, when tragedy surrounds me, and when I feel like there is nothing but evil left in the world, God's mighty hand is allowing it.
I'm not leaving Satan's pull blameless and forgotten here, but our Almighty is in full control - He can step in an intervene in all things - good and bad. Everything that happens to us, our friends, our family, the world - it is His will. \ I read Romans 5:12-21 this morning as a start of a new devotional about Justice for She Reads Truth, and it seemed to tie everything together for me. Justice - we seek it in order to feel as if all the evil, the bad, that happens in this world is redeemed. But Jesus found justice at the cross when he died for ALL sin.
The problem is that we too often forget that great sacrifice.
I feel as if God is preparing me for a great tragedy: all these reminders that all things come from Him, that justice has already been served. I just hope I have faith enough to remember it when the time comes.

Join me in this new devotional? I'd love to reflect on God's truth together.

Henry's 3rd Birthday & Ice-cream Party

Well...my baby boy turned 3 this weekend. I feel truly blessed to be called his Mommy. Saturday I shot a wedding and afterwards, we went to Young's Jersey Dairy to celebrate. Henry loves feeding the animals and once it got dark outside, we headed inside for some of their famous homemade ice-cream. Sunday we had a wonderful ice-cream party with family and friends. Henry had such a great time and he told me this morning that he can't wait to have another birthday again...

Slow down there, baby boy, Mommy doesn't want your birthdays to come any more quickly.