emotions

So just as I had finished typing my super whiney post about my homesickness, my mom and my sister - BAM! - show up on my doorstep. I squoze my fists and shut my eyes and jumped up and down - no really, I did. I knew my mom was coming but didn't know J was coming WITH HER! They are my most faithful visitors, I think they've come like 6 times since we've been out here. I am worth the drive (and in this instance, the flight) I guess. Just kidding, we all know they came to see the chub!

We had a fun weekend, let me tell you! There were no 4-yr-old drama queens or 2-yr-old...2-yr-olds and we got to shop and eat and eat chocolate (that deserves it's own category). And even though you know I would have loved to see the cute little tyrants, I get to see them in a month and it was so fun just to hang out sans headache. :) Guess I have nothing to complain about anymore, DO I?!!?

So I'm feeding Henry the other day, you know like I do, and usually he'll be done and then just sit there and laugh at me or Alan or nothing and nobody looking at him...but this time I decided I'd look at him cause there was nothing on TV (I'm joking, of course, I never stop looking at him) So I'm staring at his cute chubby face and he gives me a big ol' grin and WHAAAAAAT the H was that. A tooth. He has a tooth. 

Now, lets talk emotions. I'm emotional. At first I had a good spaz, got all excited, texted everyone I thought might possibly care. Posted about it on Facebook, cause I'm just obnoxious like that (hence, me telling the longest first tooth story ever to come to a blog). And then I got sad. Babies don't have teeth! Henry's not a baby anymore! Tears. After this little tyrade, I got mad. Did Alan even CARE about this ever-so-important milestone that had just occurred?!?!?!? And then I was happy again, but mad cause Jennie still hadn't texted me back and just po'd that there isn't a tooth emoticon on my iPhone, cause that would have been PERFECT. 

Henry is 5 months this week. When he hits 6 and is halfway to a year, I'm sure I'll have another emotional breakdown, but until then, some cute pictures I took of him just a second ago! (sorry, the tooth isn't visible yet, I am certain you are dying with anticipation to see it!)

 He's moved on to his 12-18 month clothes, which is exciting because that's all that is ever on sale at Gap but, yes, also sad. My emotions never get a break.

I love how in this picture you can see his little tuft of hair! It is getting longer but it's so fly-y..(?) ..that I can never get a good picture of it. I think the child has my painfully thin and fragile hair, which has been falling out like a fiend (mine, not his). Goodbye lovely luscious pregnancy hair, and hello hair in my toes and bra and food and stuck to the back of my arm and in Henry's mouth...I'm telling you, it's everywhere these days. Which doesn't do a whole lot for our new fluffy rug....sick.

 There's that grin! It's very easy to get these days, all I have to do is look at him. Don't mind his snotty nose, his teething process has made him pretty sniffly and every time I try to wipe it, I'm pretty sure he's going to break his neck.

 Henry and his tongue. He is hilarious with it. I keep trying to make a video, so if it ever works, I'll share it. But for now, just know that it IS funny.

And the beloved dino. Definitely his favorite and first toy. He has already barfed on him at least 20 times. So I'd say it's love (wish I knew how to do a heart emoticon).

homesick

I know I have NO right to complain as my mother is just hours away from getting on a plane to come see me and I only live like a hop skip and a jump of a drive away, but being away is hard. And it's harder with Henry. I feel like we need his grandma and his aunties and cousins. It's like he's deprived of all that love that he'd normally be bombarded with. I mean, where's Chloe to shout "hiiiiii baby Henry" as loud as humanly possible 2 inches from his face all day long?

I just feel like whining today. It's so dark out it feels like 10 at night at 10 in the morning, my sister is going to Pitch Perfect without me AGAIN and I can't stop eating cookies. What, that last one is completely my fault? Oh....

But even as I type this I realize I have nothing to complain about and feel guilty even trying to complain. I just miss my family today and even though we are spoiled with friends and visitors and trips home, I want to just stop over at Jennie's house today so we can BOTH eat cookies all day together, and I can't.  ROUGH LIFE.

Maybe some new pictures of Henry will make you feel better. Oh wait, I'm the one complaining. Well, they make me feel better.

 Just relaxin on the cold (and dirty) leather couch, pretty hard to please.

Despite the fact that he is stuck on his back 24/7 and can't move himself around at all, Hen always SOMEHOW finds his rag and sucks on it, taking in some delicious bathwater. Guess he's sick of that strict diet I keep him on. Breast milk ONLY. Don't want him getting fat or anything.

 He's always pretty cute, but he's even cuter in his jumper. Jen lent this to us and every door I tried it in Hen would just be sitting on the ground. So either our doors are too short for it (even though I'm pretty sure all doors are the same size..??) or a more reasonable explanation, he was weighing the thing down to the ground. He's a lug, I tell ya!

 Took some pics after we went for our little family Friday night date to Tony Roma's. Can't go anywhere fancy anymore with this kid, but it's not like we ever did.

 He loves to chat with us. Very loudly. And even though I'm glad it's rarely a cry, his happy screams force me to have to crank Ellen and SYTTD up so I can hear it, leaving a resounding headache. First world problems.
 Alan thinks Henry only likes ME. Cause I get the best laughs out of him. But I am the one with the boobs, so can ya blame him?

 Wish it wasn't fuzzy. BLAAH I love this kid.

 My anti-kissing-babies husband kissing my baby. I tried to get him to kiss him on the mouth for the picture..."come on, it'll be funny!!!" haha if you know Al, you know that it WOULD be funny.

 mmmmmmm, cheeks.

 I put bright red lipstick on this night. We left the house and went to Homesense before dinner and then ended up inviting some friends to dinner so I speedily baby wiped it off before we got to the restaurant. I just felt like I was Liz Lemon'ing all night...."am I pulling this off?" Nope, I sure wasn't.

 Sorry Hen, you got my genes. Gain all your weight in your face.

 He's such a good little study buddy. It's got to be my favorite thing to look over and see Henry sitting on Alan's lap just watching him study. Love overload!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEART EXPLODING!!!!!

Put his snowsuit on him for the first time - we were desperate to get out of the house. CUTE RIGHT? These little snow pants were just making me die. And that little smile he does is pretty ridic too. I call it is his chubby munchkin smile. Appropriate enough, I'd say.

I know I whine a lot on here, but where else am I supposed to vent? I still find myself in tears of happiness almost every day. I am so blessed and love every second I get to spend with this baby and his dad!