Even those who don't speak French have figured out that you aren't supposed to roam freely on the pelouse (lawn) of the Chateau. Everyone that is but Monsieur Harve. Bon soir to all of our faithful blogreaders who have waited patiently for these unpredictable installments of Harvey's treadings. This week marks a new chapter as he approaches the big THREE this coming Thursday. This past week he has attempted unsucessfully to climb out of his crib and has fallen and banged his head. On Labor Day he went to the potty 5 times and hasn't returned since (RATS!!!). Tomorrow is the big day at the pediatrician for his annual check-up at 8:30 in the (UGH) morning. Tonight we went to the pond to feed the ducks and as we were leaving Harvey was looking all over for my car keys that I had left on the ground next to the park bench. I jingled the keys in the air to assure him that I hadn't forgotten them. He smiled and bounced along to the car happy to know that we weren't leaving anything behind. I guess he's going to be a big help with a mom that tends to forget stuff and leave things. Thanks Mr. H!
