Lately some of my free time has been spent thinking about and shopping for Henry's big birthday bash next month. I'm particularly excited about this year's birthday because he'll be a lot more aware of the concept. Well, he'll at least be able to more fully appreciate the cake he's going to be diving into than he did last year, and last year he really appreciated it. Anyway, I've been rummaging around amazon.com for ideas re: what kind of toys he might be interested in and started up a wish list for him so I could keep track of all of the possibilities. I pretty sure I could happily browse for toys for my kid forever. Is that really sad?
Speaking of cake, yesterday we went to Megan and Adrian's to celebrate the 4th of July with a bbq and some fireworks. They had cheesecake for dessert. Henry wasn't too sure about it, but when I kept insisting that it really was made of cheese and cake, two of his favorite things, he decided to give it a shot. He didn't like it right out of the gate, but two minutes later, he'd eaten his fair share of my piece. Three minutes later he'd moved on to eating his fair share of Adrian's. I overheard Adrian saying "Okay, Henry, you can have one more bite, but the rest is mine." Except Henry doesn't give up that easily and apparently Adrian does. Megan and I encouraged him to eat as much as possible in between giving Henry bites. That's the magic of toddlers; they teach you to eat fast and not enjoy your food at all.