Barnabas Monkeypants

In a completely unscientific manner, we weighed Henry the other day. (It went something like this: I stood on the scale, got off, held Henry, got back on, and did a little math.) He’s nearly 15 pounds! I think about half of that weight is in his cheeks, which balloon throughout the day so that by the time he goes to bed at night, he’s barely able to hold his head up. (Kristen doesn’t believe me, but it’s true. I measure them!)

Kristen and I completely understand that Henry is going to grow up, get larger, longer, chubbier. But it’s just happening fast, too fast. On Saturday, we cleared out all of his clothing that he no longer fits into, saving our favorite pieces just in case, on a whim, we decide to have another baby. (That may be the only way we have another one, because if we actually sat down and thought about it, there’s no chance that Henry’s going to be an older brother.)

I guess the reason I write this silly blog isn’t for you, the reader (although I’m happy that you are), but for Kristen and me, so when Henry’s six or sixteen and doesn’t like it when we hug him and kiss him and make silly faces at him, we can go back and read this and look at the pictures. Of course, the great thing is that when he’s six or sixteen, there will be about a thousand other things we can do with him.

And I’ll write about them then, too.

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