Sliced aam, diced aam, pureed aam, ice cream aam....

Mango ("aam" in Bengali) season has arrived! Let me assure you we have taken advantage of it. Our household supply began when one of Scott's colleagues gave us a few mangos of a few different varieties from his own trees, continued with buying quite a few kg at the regular market, and escalated when Scott brought 10 kg home from his trip to mango-ville, i.e. northwest Bangladesh.  All of this happened over the past.....7 days.  Yeah, we are enjoying the mangos.  It's fun to explore all the varieties which vary in tartness and sweetness.  We're most proud of our mango ice cream. 

Luckily because we like to make ice cream and sorbet, and we have a big deep freezer, we don't feel the pressure to consume all the mangos within a few days. That would be quite a feat and  may result in us rejecting mangos for the rest of our life.  Instead, we are dicing up a bunch of them to have on hand for all the delectable treats one can make with this amazing fruit. All the while we'll make sure we have a few on head to eat fresh right off the pit. Yum.

Other than focusing on mangos, we've been having fun around the house and Club doing the same old.  I was excited this morning when Henry brought me an apple while saying apple (and apple sauce) and then stood there until I realized that he wasn't just showing it to me but wanted me to cut him a slice.  He then came back after finishing it and I swear he said his rendition of "more" and was happy to get another slice.  We've been trying to teach him a little sign language; one word that I've been focusing on is more. Although he doesn't have the refined, fingers together component of the signal yet, he does enjoy clapping to get the next round of snacks.  

Here is a photo of his "house" that we leave up. As you can imagine he loves playing in his tent and trying to entice anyone willing enough to crawl on in.

 We finally brought the camera out at bath time to snap some fun ones of him in his new deep bucket.  He loved bath time before but now that he can lean against the bucket when he sits and stands, can pull up and sit down to make the water level change so much, and can push his toys down and watch them pop to the surface of the water, his love for bath time has reached a whole new level.

 In addition to balls and some other classic toys, Henry has started carrying around pillows, two specific ones.  Periodically he'll stop running around, put the pillows on the ground, and lay one them for about, oh, 2 seconds, and then jump up again and run around.  Nothing like a good power nap.

We made a fun discovery this week about how Henry spends his Tuesday afternoon.  About a month ago Shilpi mentioned  that Henry would be going to the Club every Tuesday afternoon.  When I asked what she and the other kids/nannies would do there she just said they would "play" but regardless I thought this was a great way to change things up a bit.  On Tuesdays, I was always curious about how he could come home from the big Club playground so clean  but figured it was just more of Shilpi's magic. Well, last Tuesday I happened to be working at the Club because the Air conditioner in my office was out of commission for a few days...It turns out the nannies, with the help of one of our friends, organized a weekly dance class for the kids.  Oh my gosh, all these little kids were jumping about, wiggling, and giggling to Bengali music while many of the nannies dance around them. It looked like so much fun.  No wonder Henry has been busting a move more often lately. 

On a final note, we found another monkey today:

We hope you have a great weekend.  Here's a fun fact: Scott is leaving for Denver next week for a Potato Processing and Storage Conference.