Time to cut the hair?

When Kelsey was with Henry at the Liquor store (calm down, you can't buy real beer at the grocery stores here), he gave the cashier a high five, who then remarked:

"She's gonna be a real party girl when she grows up!"

And, with that, maybe it's time to cut his hair. I personally hate to do so, given my sad state of folicle affairs. I've said it before, but if I had hair like Henry's, I'd have a frickin' lion's mane.

Roar!

I Heart School

Yesterday was Henry's first day of "school". The teacher had nothing but rave reviews of him. Apparently, he made quite an impression with his dancing (the ol' wrist twist while squatting and bouncing) and his recitation of his ABCs (it pretty much turns to babble after c). When I picked him up, I could readily see that he had already charmed his way into being a school favorite. The entire staff, including the chef, all came up to say goodbye.

Today when I dropped him off, he yelled out and waved bye before we even got to the door. I told him he would have to at least feign some regret that he would be spending the day away from me.

His teachers documented the entire day with the classroom camera, but you will have to wait for that deliciousness until I get the cd. For now, here's one for the grandparents.

"Bye, Amy!"

We took our beloved to the airport on Saturday. We got two whole weeks with her here in Boulder, which truly eased the transition for me. And for Henry too. She took care of him in the time we had between our arrival here and the start of his new school (oh yeah, did I mention he got into the most awesome, kind-of-place-we-always-hoped-for, child development center?). Not only did Henry finally say her name last week, he also incorporated it into his VERY FIRST SENTENCE, "Hi, Amy!"

Amy was the only friend I had in Boulder. Until she went back home to Austin. We can not believe our fortune to have had her take care of Henry over this past year. She is kind and patient and funny. She loves Henry almost as much as we do, and he adores her. I will be the first to say that I know she had a huge hand in Henry being the well-adjusted baby genius that he is.

We love and miss you already, girl. ThankyouThankyouThankyou for everything (and thanks also to Craig for letting us have you these past two weeks).

Little Bird

whutchu talkin bout willis

Things Henry will say these days:

When asked, "Can you sing your abc's?"
"ahhhh, beee, ssssssss" (working on his C's)

Will repeat the following animal sounds:
Dog (ooh, ooh)
Cat (meeeeow)
Deuce (aaaahooo)
Lion (roar)
there are others I'm forgetting...

Will randomly say "Hi", such as when greeting strangers at various retail establishments.

Will say "buh bye", but usually like a minute after the person he's supposed to say "buh bye" to has walked out the door.

Waterboy

Once upon a time, we went to a waterpark in Denton, and Henry ran around like a maniac through all the water jets and whatnot because he was having so much fun.

Ready for some football

The Eyes of Texas

Welcome to Boulder

Rock climbing?

Guess who's back!

You didn't think we wouldn't post anymore, did you?

30

Between the ages of 20 and 30, I:

• Went to and graduated from college
• Had way too much fun in college
  
• Lived in Cincinnati, Columbus, San Francisco, Boston, San Francisco, Cincinnati, Austin, and Boulder
• Met and married someone I can legitimately see myself with for the rest of my life
  
• Got laid off
• Went through points in my career where I questioned what I was doing
  
• Felt stronger for having gone through said points in my career
  
• Visited Mexico twice, Europe once
• Got a dog
• Made a ton of friends
• Lived in a hip loft in a dangerous neighborhood
• Bought and sold our first house
  
• and, of course, had my first-born son, Henry.

Nice pictures

No pictures this time. All of our earthly possessions are on a truck somewhere between Austin and Colorado. Or maybe they're in Colorado. Who knows.

Henry is such a nut. He's got a really great sense of humor. For example, he'll playfully bite my arm, then go "Mmmmmmmm!" like he's eating applesauce or something. I get a kick out of that.

He's full-on walking now, too. Doesn't crawl much at all.

He's a blast. He's very adaptable, and when he's not teething, has a very easy-going personality.