This is the face Henry makes when he has to share his toys with friends

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Trampoline hair

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Nothing but duets at Henry's house

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More nap time fun. #latergram

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Spring training, New England style

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Napping is for babies. He is a kid.

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Busted. He decided to experiment with his sisters' nail polish.

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This is how he sleeps

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Our backyard looks like this right now

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Daddy daughter dance

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Overheard

As soon as the big kids were out of the car and the doors had shut, Henry, in a calm voice, ordered: "Drive."

"Drive where?" I asked. "Home?"

"No home."

"Then where?"

"To the White House," he said.

"To the White House? Why?"

"Obama lives there."

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I don't know what to make of this.

This happened back in August.

I am such a bad blogger these days!

This is what trains do.

Overheard

EMMA: How come I'm so good at falling but not very good at getting hurt?