He is crawling like a demon and pulling up on everything. He has two teeth on the bottom, loves pomegranate seeds and plain yogurt and most of all prune baby food. It looks disgusting, but he loves it. Mostly he eats whatever we eat, though.
Henry is such a funny kid! He loves to be tickled more than the girls ever did, and it's easy to make him laugh. The girls especially can get him laughing and laughing and laughing. He thinks it's really super funny when Mommy says "No, no, Henry!" In fact, if I tell him "no" he immediately starts belly laughing and moving faster toward whatever I told him NOT to touch. I think we're in trouble! And that, my friends, is why our gifts are on top of the TV cabinet and not under the tree right now.
When I walk in the room after being gone, he starts crying really pitifully, like he wants me to believe he's been miserable since I left. It's pretty funny, really. At the church nursery he especially likes to play it up - he snoozes happily on the church ladies, and then when he sees me he starts whimpering and crying like they've been torturing him. When his Daddy walks in the room after being gone all day, Henry starts squawking "Dadadadadada!"
We love you to pieces and can't imagine life without you. Henry Benry. Hempy Bempy. Harry Barry. Little Bear. Baby Boo. I'm sorry you have two older sisters and silly parents and will always have ridiculous nicknames.
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Are your stockings handknit? They are lovely. I remember when that sweet baby was born.
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