goals

Apparently, one of the things Henry is learning at school is obnoxious noises because he seems to come home with a new one every day.  He then makes said noise repeatedly, eventually combining it with noises from the previous days into a medley of irritating sounds.  Try as I might, I can only hold it together so long before I blurt out the exasperated "Would you please stop!"  Maybe if he heeded my warning the first or third time... but no, for another thing he seems to be mastering is selective hearing.  

Last night Henry and I had a discussion about what he wanted to be when he grows up.  The consensus was garbage man/ astronaut/ "pipe fixer" (a.k.a. plumber).  It's in the family.  According to him, when he is not doing his garbage man duties, he will go into space and be an astronaut.  Not sure when he plans to fix pipes.  Later, Ceci and I had the same conversation, and she wanted to be someone "who fixes clogs."  Again, a.k.a plumber.  Can you tell we have had some plumbing problems here?  Our sink was backed up for about a week while Patrick tried various snakes and such.  He eventually succeeded, but obviously the process was fascinating.

Malcolm already added more words to his list:  Lily, teeth, and he sings the "Clean up, clean up" song.  (Leeena, leena, nenamananena) He dumped the bingo game all over the floor, and I said, "Come on, Malcolm, you have to help me clean this up."   He just launched into the song.  I wasn't even singing it.  I realized he was, so I sang it with him.  He is singing whenever he is not eating.  I think he might be a singing plumber when he grows up.