Today
The latest thing we've been teaching Henry is getting him to pump his fist in the air while loudly proclaiming one of the following: "Wicked!", "Rock on!", and "Party on Dude!". I tried to convince him that Billy aka Earl Pickens would totally dig it if he went up to him after music time was over and pumped his fist at him and said "Rock on!" Henry didn't think that was such a good idea.
Today's music hour was a huge success as far as my kid was concerned. (Are there other kids on the planet? I had no idea! I thought mine was the only one.) As soon as the guitar came out of the case Henry was frozen in one spot. Unfortunately that one spot happened to be behind and to the right, so it wasn't a very good vantage point. After trying to suggest that perhaps it would be better if we joined everyone else who had the good sense to sit in front of Billy, he might be able to see the actual guitar playing that was going on. Henry wouldn't budge so I had to take his hand and walk him over to the rest of the group. I sat on the floor and Henry stood next to me, mouth slightly agape, eyes unblinking. By the end of the set, he was on his knees with his head in my lap. It was apparently completely cool and totally overwhelming. What wasn't cool was when I sang along ("No mommy sing.") or clapped to the beat ("No mommy clap hands."). I was totally stifled, man.
We made pizza for dinner tonight. We've found an amazing and amazingly easy pizza dough recipe. I thought I'd share it because it really does make one of the best pizza crusts I've ever had and you just can't keep something like that to yourself.