in the corner of my mind

I was reading Miss America's post about how Ansy-baby is enjoying the doorway jumperoo and remembered Henry's days of doorway jumping. Who remembers? We used to sit on the couch (drinking beers? probably) and just watch him jump. He would go crazy. He was all over the place, squealing and squawking and spinning. It was amazing. If only we had known that it was just a preamble.

Spring break has come to a close, and if we learned just one thing, it is that we need to sign Henry up for swimming, tennis, and track this summer because we were going to do just one, but I don't think just one of those is going to cut it. I wish I could suck the energy out of his body and use it myself. I would get soooo much done.

Also, did I tell you he read a book? A cute girl gave it to him. The Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Now he is on the second one. There are four. And I found 'em bogo! Score.

He also told me he is working on a robot to clean the house for me. It will have a steam vacuum and it will be on wheels instead of feet. It will pick up dirty clothes and put the laundry away. It will have a computer to "drive it around." My friend suggested he do some research by cleaning the house so he knows what exactly to program the robot to do.

On an unrelated note, my neighbors got a pop-up camper, and we walked over to see it today. It was closed up, and before I could explain, Henry remarked, "Mommy, how could anyone possibly live in that?"

Well, now he just sounds like his Nana.