Whew--what an evening. Things were running pretty much as usual, with everybody happy and active as ever. During dinner Henry got fussier and fussier, so after we finished I gave him some gas drops for his tummy. Who knows whether that was the trigger, but immediately afterwards--well, let's just use the word "projectile" and leave it at that. Poor little guy. I can't recall seeing anything quite like it, putting the fountains of the Bellagio to shame.
"Finny saw that!!" his brother declared excitedly. Eyeing the carnage, he pronounced it "Disgusting baby food." After being shooed out of the room, though, he returned to do something profoundly sweet: Bringing in his beloved lion-buddy Leo, Finn said, "Bring lion over to help him out a little bit!," making Leo peck Henry on the head. He may have been thinking of The Lion and the Mouse, a new favorite book from cousin Anne Nack.
Fortunately a good puke seems to have been just what the G-Man needed, and from that point on he was his regular content self.
Bonus Finny bits o' the eve:
- Margot observed him talking by himself in the kitchen, making each of his hands into a little talking wedge. "I would like some more graham crackers, please!" one hand told the other.
- During his bath Finn was making up a bunch of crazy jibberish, saying, "What that mean?" I told him, "You're a strange boy." "And good!" he replied. "Strange and good!"