Henry is a boy. We all know this. He’s got that fancy Y chromosome. He’s got the boy parts. But above and beyond the physical stuff, he’s a boy on the inside, too. He likes cars. He likes mud. He likes smashing things and putting dirty things in his mouth. He likes balls and is [...]
It’s probably no exaggeration to say that Henry is the most popular guy at the Kennebunkport resort we’re staying in. Yesterday alone, he charmed the teenaged wait staff of the hotel restaurant (we could hear them chatting amongst themselves about “Baby Henry”), the people sitting at all the tables surrounding ours at breakfast (including one [...]
Teeth. Those darn teeth. Henry’s top two front teeth are finally coming in, and this has wreaked havoc on his nighttime sleeping. Every two hours he wakes up, his fist shoved all the way into his mouth. It’s been a few months (and a few months with a baby makes everything foggy), but I don’t [...]
So, Raphe caught whatever tummy bug Henry had and spent most of last night curled up in a ball. And when he wasn’t lying in the fetal position moaning about the noises his stomach was making, he was wretching. It was awful. Raphe throws up louder and with more gusto than anyone I’ve ever heard. [...]
For the most part, Henry has been the kind of baby that, when playing with a toy or a stuffed animal (or a shoe), can go from one thing to the next without any real huge attachment. Sure, he likes Mouf Mouse, and, yes, he likes his toy car, but if he didn’t play with [...]
We had some friends over for a cookout today, and as we were all sitting around eating hot dogs and hamburgers and drinking wonderful Mexican Coke, someone said (and I don’t remember who) that next month Henry will be 1 year old. Next month! Jiminy! Now sure, July has just started and Henry’s birthday is [...]
Henry still wakes up in the middle of the night about 5 out of 7 days each week. It can happen anywhere between 11:30 and 3:00 in the morning. When we hear him crying, Kristen will shove me and I’ll trudge back to his room to get him. (By the way, it’s not real crying. [...]
Every day this week, either Kristen or I have looked at Henry and exclaimed (to no one in particular), “He’s changed again! He looks completely different! He’s getting too big! Why am I yelling?” Other than crawling (which he’s yet to master), the biggest change in Henry of late has been his appetite. Early on, [...]
A common insult around the rough and surly world of Rogers Park is “You Suck!” What follows is usually a throw down. However, I can say with complete confidence that Henry does not suck. He does, however, blow. Let me explain. Henry has several different type of sippy cups. For the most part, he gets [...]
I always try my hardest not to exaggerate when talking about Henry and Kristen. (I’ll wait while you pick yourself up off the floor. Back? Good.) But this past weekend I was more nervous than I have been in more than 9 months. Why, you ask? Well, Kristen abandoned us went on a short overnight [...]
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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