Barnabas Monkeypants

Henry was up this early morning at close to his birth hour (which some of you may recall was 2-something in the morning), hysterically screaming that his tushy hurt. Apparently, he was awoken by a wicked diaper rash. He carried on long enough that I actually contemplated taking him to the emergency room. It was not the most auspicious start to the day.

I’ve spent the last week trying to catalog of all the profound changes going on in Henry’s life and how wonderful it is to bear witness to it, but I’m so zonked right now, I can’t think straight. Let me just say, he’s a great kid with an amazing, sweet disposition and a healthy curiosity. He’s articulate and adventuresome and a pain in the butt. He’s my Hanky Pantser, my Noodle, my Mister Bister, my Monkey, and he’s THREE. Unreal.

Since this is Henry’s last birthday as an only child, we kind of spoiled him a bit this year. Here are some photos from today’s celebration.

And one photo from yesterday, because I  like it so much:

Happy birthday, Henry. We love you more than can be expressed in some silly blog post.

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