save the drama fo yo... oh crap, that's me.

Henry has recently become the latest in a long line of dramatic children in our family. It's a heritage passed from his great-grandmother, on whose elementary school report card it was noted that "Dorothy has dramatic talent which should not be ignored." It should be noted that we escaped his 2nd and 3rd years with relatively little terribleness - he was flexible, accommodating, obedient, and almost always cheerful. Lately we've been noticing that the slightest thing that doesn't go precisely the way Prince Henry wishes causes him to come completely unhinged, resulting in a lot of whining and stomping around. I'm going to chalk it up to us getting what we missed during the toddler years when he was supposed to be acting like this, combined with being dethroned as the only recipient of attention in our household due to Maria's arrival - and do my best to be as patient as possible. Which, as Henry's closest dramatic ancestor, should be very interesting, indeed.

But to keep things on the positive side, here's Henry's most recent obsession - it can't possibly be due to our hometown boys getting ready to whup up on the Red Sox on Friday. (Sorry, various family members, I've transferred my loyalty.)