Halfy Birthday to You
Another instance here where I’m a bad father: I neglected to mention here that Saturday was Henry’s 6-month anniversary.
I’m not really sure what I can say here about our first half-year with Henry that I haven’t already said countless times. He is, without exaggeration, the best thing that has ever happened to Kristen and me. Every day that we get to be with him and smooch his ridiculously chubby cheeks is a great day.
His smiles, whether the tiny crooked one that is oh so charming or the one that takes up his entire head, makes you melt.
And now, to top it all off, he’s just at that perfect size — not too heavy so that my back and shoulders are killing me, but big enough that he can withstand even his father’s most smothering hugs.
I really can’t wait for the next 100 half-birthdays.


February 26th, 2009 at 7:18 am
Halfy Birthday, Henry.