Henry Loves His Pappy And Gramz

Some shots from our recent trip to the lakehouse.

I Am Really Sorry, Henry.

The Hand That Rocks The Cradle

She plays classical music during Henry's playtime. She she takes her tea in the afternoon. She makes homemade muffins. Meet the nanny.


This is Amy. She is now Henry's new best friend. He loves her singing, her fun games, and her red hair. She says things like, "I'm bummed Henry took such a long nap this afternoon, because we did not get our usual amount of playtime together", and "Kelsey, are those baskets of clean clothes? Please let me fold them for you, I really like to keep busy" (this is where the camera pans the room over to my face and comes in for a tight shot, where a single tear is slowly trickling down my cheek).
Needless to say, we all love her and I could not not be happier if it were raining delicious chocolate snack cakes from heaven.

Thanks For Letting Us Crash Your Pool, Carrie

So Henry went swimming for the first time yesterday. He finally got to wear the dinosaur swimming ensamble that Erin sent him. He loved the water and looking at the other babies (especially his new bff Jack), but his favorite activity turned out to be chewing on my beachtowel under the covered poolside patio.


In other news of brilliance, we tried to show off by riding around in a float intended for 6-24 month olds. Henry immediately demonstrated how advanced he was by doing a face plant in the water when the raft became a bit unsteady. He came up coughing and spewing water out of his mouth and nose. Though he looked a bit shocked, he did not cry. I promptly removed him from he raft saying something about it being too feminine for him (it did have a big pink flower on it). I don’t think anyone was wise to the fact that his motor skills are more on track with that of a five month old.

SPEAKING of five months old, this Thursday it will be official! More on that in the Thursday post.

Anywho, now that we have discovered swimming, we will need to line up other pools to which we can invite ourselves. Dreiss? Olivia? Molly?

The Lip, Part2

The Lip, Part 1

There's Nothing I Love More Than Dinosaurs.

Except milk. And maybe Curious George.

I Can't Believe You Are Leaving Us Like This

We just got back from taking Henry's new favorite person in the world to the airport. His Mamaw. I don't know what we did to get her to give up two weeks of her life to come and take care of all of us, but I hope we do it again sometime. Soon.


Here is what Henry will miss most about his time with her;
Their morning walks
Her singing Fleetwood Mac (or her singing anything for that matter)
Her doing his laundry
The "Eat and Break Away to Smile at Mamaw" game

Here is what Kelsey and Greg will miss most about our time with her;
Handing the baby off to her
Homemade macaroni and cheese
Her doing our laundry
Handing the baby off to her


She did not take us up on our offer of staying here indefinitely. She said something about having a husband and the rest of the family to get back to in Ohio, and that she is not used to living with a heat index of 108 degrees, and her back was hurting from carrying the baby so much, blah, blah, blah...I think she was trying really hard to make stuff up on the spot. She did, however, offer to take Henry back with her. I swear I saw her looking at various pet carriers online and then thought it was fishy when she asked me what Henry's dimensions were. Luckily, there was a terrorist plot foiled yesterday, so no carry-on items were allowed for her flight.

She says she is confident that we are well equipped to go back to caring for Henry and the house by ourselves with two full time jobs and a needy horse-like dog. Clearly she has not been paying attention to my appearance of late. I know, I know we will be just fine. BUT WHY, WHY, SWEET 6.5 POUND INFANT BABY JESUS IN THE MANGER, MUST YOU TAKE AWAY THE MAKER OF THE MAC AND CHEESE?

Thanks for everything. We miss you already. Here is a pic of H-dub when we broke the news to him that mamaw was leaving;


Next week, we are off to Gramz and Pappy's and the weekend after that, then Mor Mor is coming. We gotta keep getting the grandparent fix!

"Hellen, Get The Gerber Folks On The Line and Let Them Know We've Found Their Baby"

No, You Are the Cutest!

Sometimes It's Hard to Tell Until You Accidentally Put Your Finger In It

With the introduction of cereal into Henry's diet, gone are the days of his predictable digestive system. Gone too, is the not so smelly outcome of a breastmilk and more breastmilk diet.

Since he is not yet what one would call a solid sleeper at night, we need to be on top of any obstacle that would contribute to us losing our minds from sleep deprivation. A dirty diaper would most certainly not help our cause. I will get to the point here.

Henry is stinky.

I mean, knock you off your feet we are considering keeping him strictly on breastmilk for the rest of his life, stinky. When I look at him, there is a huge disconnect between what I am smelling and what I am seeing BECAUSE HE IS SO FREAKING CUTE! It took me a long time before I accepted the fact it was coming from my sweet baby and not his father.

Most of the time, we look and can easily tell that his diaper is soil-free. At night however, the "poop or toot?" challenge is even tougher because we are limited to the glow of the baby monitor which precludes much of a visual confirmation. A finger probe is often required and whether or not you return to bed without saying "gag me with a smurf" and having to scrub your hands is a crapshoot.

Literally.

Man in the Mirror

You'll Never Guess Where Karen and Paul Went on Vacation.