Tuckered out
Henry and I are having a very quiet day, spent mostly on the couch. We went to my friend's house this morning so she and I could practice a dance we're learning. While we were tending to our chasse's, Henry threw up all over her couch. It seemed to be apropos of nothing, so after throwing cushion covers in the wash and rinsing out a certain someone's pants, Henry spent the rest of our visit running around in his underpants, shirt, and socks. All he needed was his sunglasses and he would have truly been channeling Tom Cruise in Risky Business.
I think the morning must have completely wiped us out because after we returned home, we spent some time half-heartedly playing and doing some light clean-up around the house, but finally threw in the towel and hit the living room couch with snacks, the TV remote, and Dave's laptop. So far we have a list of things that we're going to do when Daddy gets home based on things we've seen. One is to make a Drumbone a la Blue Man Group, which Henry was totally into. One day when he gets over his aversion to loud noises and darkened theaters, we'll have to take him to see them perform. The other thing we decided we want to do is to make a wind chime. Dave's going to be busy when he gets home, unless he succumbs to the lure of the couch as well.