The Three Faces of Henry
Today is Henry’s eleven month birthday. (I celebrated with cake for breakfast. Henry had a taste.)
As we’re in the home stretch to his first birthday, there have been some noticeable personality changes. First, he’s now more than happy to play by himself for long stretches of time. (Long stretches for an eleven-month-old kid being about 5 minutes.) I can plop him down with a bunch of toys or some annoying electronic device (something where he can press a button over and over and over and hear some terrible version of “Farmer in the Dell”), and he’ll have a ball.
The second is that his new mobility has made him less enamoured with being held and hugged. While this makes my back and arms happy (boy, he’s getting heavy), this makes my mind oh so sad. He’ll still allow me to hug him and, when he’s tired, he’ll still lay his head on my shoulder, but not so much. This has got to change, Henry. This is unacceptable. I need more hugs!
