Thursday, May 21, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
BABA DADA MAMA GAGA GOO
Mr. Henry has been "talking" and "singing" for months now; however, he has been lacking one very important part of any language... consonants. We have heard a lot of "AAAAHHHH AHHHH HAAAAA AAHHHH," but nothing that resembled the babas, dadas, mamas, etc... that we have been shoving down his throat. That is until tonight. It started with dadadada... we heard that a few times. Kevin gloated. After all, Henry has been nicknamed Bob as a result of Kevin prefacing everything said to Henry with "babadada." (i.e. "babadada want a bottle?" or "babadada go to sleep now"). Eventually we shortened babadada to baba, dropped the a, switched the remaining a to an o and we had Bob. I am getting distracted. Anyway, within a few minutes of the dada, mamamama started in. We tried desperately to get it on video, but alas, the second the camera came out, Henry refused to make any noise at all. Go figure. One of these days we will get it on film. Until then, you will just have to take my word for it. Trust me, I'm a lawyer! :)
And what would a post be without a picture:
And what would a post be without a picture:
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Happy Mother's Day!
Breakfast with Daddy
Henry has a new love of cheerios. Daddy has a longstanding love with the wholesome breakfast cereal, so this works out well. Except when I find this at 5:15 in the morning before heading out the door...
Yes, I know, this is adorable. However, the 4 cheerios that Henry enjoyed before heading out the door with me (for an hour long drive) alerted his "little" belly that he was hungry. It was a rough drive.
Yes, I know, this is adorable. However, the 4 cheerios that Henry enjoyed before heading out the door with me (for an hour long drive) alerted his "little" belly that he was hungry. It was a rough drive.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Careful... he bites!
Mister has 4 teeth coming in up top. (This will make 6 if you are counting). I am honestly shocked that he has been so good lately given the new arrivals. It has to hurt, although I am not sure it is as painful as his bite. It is my own fault really... my fingers were in his mouth, but only for feeding purposes. Needless to say, from now on, the Puffs and Cheerios will only make it to his mouth if he does it himself. Lucky for him, his hand-mouth coordination improves greatly each day. Now for the photographic evidence -
Saturday, May 2, 2009
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