Barnabas Monkeypants

Henry has discovered his hands. Over the past few days, he’s finally realized that his fingers and hands and arms are attached to his body and he can actually control them. Before, his reaching seemed reflexive, and if he hit something or grabbed your face, it was more luck than anything. Now, he reaches for things, grabs them, and then brings them back so he can shove whatever it is into his mouth.

It’s great watching him watch his hands, because you can just see the gears turning inside his head. And when he finally figures something out and, in his own, 3-month-old way, masters it, he gets really happy.

The best thing about him mastering his hands is that he’ll be able to put them in his pockets. Pockets, you ask? Yes.

You see, every one of Henry’s pants (his sweats, his cargos, his overalls, his jeans) has pockets in them — front and back. I have no idea why this is. I mean, they are incredibly tiny pockets and could probably fit a Lifesaver in them at most. And back pockets? The child doesn’t own a wallet.

And don’t get me started on the belt loops. His pants have belt loops, people! Who in their right mind is going to put a belt on a baby, which is just one more obstacle in the way of getting him undressed and his dirty diaper changed.

I mean, I love baby clothes. Even those like myself with a heart of stone will melt at the sight of a tiny sock, a cute onesie with some drool pun written it, or a hat with a puff ball on top. But it’s gotten to the point that they’re just a little bit overboard.

I’ve asked Kristen if we can just have Henry wear potato sacks, but I just got that look. Which means I’m going to have to put up with pants with pockets.

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