My Big Boy

Henry has decided that he is a big boy. It doesn't help that we keep telling him that he is, or that he needs to act like one. The other day I asked if he was "my sweet little boy." He responded, "No, big boy." I stand corrected.

One thing that is coming along with the big boy status is refusal to sit in his chair. He wants to sit "in mommy's chair". This was yesterday morning, breakfast in mommy's chair. It didn't seem to bother Henry that the table is just a little too high. I think it just adds to the fun.