If you take any advice from me (and, really, why should you) it would be this: If you’re ever considering the option of taking the red eye flight so you can spend more time with your family instead of being on a plane during the day… don’t. Last Friday I flew out to San Francisco [...]
Henry can’t quite work out how to hold his mouth now that there are teeth in it. Consequently, he’s been smiling like this a lot lately: In other news, he bit my cheek and made funny squinchy faces while gnawing on a piece of tart Fuji apple today. That’s all I’ve got. Henry’s sleep is [...]
I don’t know if it’s the lack of sleep or what, but lately when I’ve been playing with Henry, after a few minutes, I’ll stop talking — doing anything at all, really — and just stare at him and watch him. It’s incredibly peaceful. For the most part, he’s very methodical in his movements — [...]
Henry is happiest when he's looking at or playing with or reading about cars and trucks and fire engines and bulldozers -- pretty much anything with wheels or that makes a loud, growly noise. This book has all that (and if you're a little nutty like me, you can add the sound effects).
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