Dear Henry

Of course since I told you that I stopped having dreams, I went and had a dream. It was really strange and nice. I dreamt that I opened a door and Grandma was standing there. It was sunny and she looked young and beautiful, more beautiful than I ever remember. I think this is important because until recently when I thought of Grandma all I could remember was how she looked the evening she died. I didn't expect that at all.

I am watching Justice League. Nobody here watches that anymore. Too bad because it is pretty cool. All Joe wants to watch these days is Ice Age. When I watched it with him this weekend I was really weepy. All of the deaths and separations are bad enough, but I think back to you and I watching this in your hospital room before you died. Now we've seen it about 50 times since the weekend so I don't get sad anymore watching it.

Joe has stopped using his pacifier during the day. I don't think it'll be too hard to "retire" it on his thrid birthday. One thing that is a bit of a problem is that he won't stay in his new "big boy" bed at night. He comes in to sleep with me and Mom in the middle of the night. Even if I put him back in his bed, he comes back in. We're not getting a lot of sleep right now. The funny thing is that it would be okay if he slept like a normal person, but he sleeps like Jack -- across the width of the bed. That doesn't leave much room for me and Mom.

Last night Joe was so tired that he didn't make it upstairs to go to bed. He fell asleep watching, what else, Ice Age, while he was in the "fort" he made on the couch. Joe makes forts by pulling all of the cushions off the couch. He is pretty darn cute.