Slow the H Down

My iPhone has been telling me lately that there's no storage available to take yet another picture of Henry in the exact same position doing the exact same thing. So, it forced me to go put my pictures on my computer so I could take them off my phone, providing me ample space to continue recording Henry's laugh every 5 minutes. In the process, though, I ended up knee deep in pictures of little teeny 6 lb baby Henry, and I swooned. My first reaction was "I NEED another one NOW" and although I haven't gotten over that yet (trying really hard to ignore it), I realized that I'll never have that time back. I'll never just be a new mom with one tiny little newborn to watch all day and do nothing else. It makes me sad to think that this phase of my life can't last forever. I can't imagine a better time (including right now) where I can just play with my baby all day long and and enjoy every little second because, quite frankly, I have nothing else to do. My life is bliss, and I'm enjoying it.

But, I need time to slow down, because I'm kind of freaking out. My baby is big. He's a big big boy and everyone everywhere tells me so. He's fat. He's happy. He's heavy. He's pooping real turds now. Slow down Hen, I can't take it all in fast enough!

So some updates on the child - still not crawling. I'm watching him out of the corner of my eye right now and he's just laying there on his back, laughing everytime I look at him. Easily amused. He either sits on his butt and plays with what is in reach or lays on his back and looks at his hands. He's 9 months old, and doesn't care. I think he has my personality...

I had to go to young women's the other night, so I left Hen with Al. When I got back home, I inquired of how everything went and Al moved Henry out of his spot on the carpet only to reveal a horseshoe indent in the shape of his butt. He hadn't moved for 2-1/2 hours.

6 teeth, and counting. The next two bottom ones are coming in.

He has a hairy spaz whenever I leave him somewhere for too long. Or most of the time even when I walk out of the room. I'm flattered, truly, but that's enough of that, Henry.

He has a toy dog, Scout, who talks and sings to him. He thinks it's funny and likes to suck on his nose (intelligence at it's finest). Me and Al know everything that dog says (and he says a lot). I'd say about 40% of what we say in a day consists of quotes from Scout.

Once again, Henry's a fatty. He's constantly eating (again- like me!!). He likes being breastfed (I'm pretty worried about weaning him when the time comes) and he likes eating bread...and cookies. He'll eat as many bananas as I'll give him, but they make him constapato and as for vegetables, he also gets that from me, and hates them.

But he sure doesn't look like me anymore. He's morphed into a baby Alan, just like I knew he would. I love it. Man I just love that big head of his.

Whipped

If you are an avid follower on this blog, you may remember that for Al's birthday in January I got him The Price is Right tickets. The tickets were for March 13, and we've been excited about it ever since I purchased them. We had already asked our friends to babysit and were patiently awaiting the day, when pretty much over night Henry decided to grow up and be a big baby. He's got us wrapped around all his chubby little fingers and won't go to anyone else without a heart-wrenching, traumatic fit. So, Al posted the tickets on Kijiji and some black guy came and picked them up yesterday. The fact that he was black is irrelevant, I was just trying for a little excitement to this story (pretty sure it worked). 

Henry at 8-months-old = my favorite thing ever. He loves me. He loves Al too, but mostly me. He's chubby. He smells good. He sits in one place and doesn't move, since he can't. I love the kid too much, it seems, and sometimes all I can do is worry about how much I love him. 

Henry sitting on our NEW BED. That's what happened last week. We bought a bed. It was expensive, but it was worth it. We've had it two nights, and both nights I was able to stay on my side of the bed without rolling into the crevasse where everything else had also rolled and gathered over night (mainly Alan).

  I put him in this shirt, and he kinda looked like a girl, since it's from American Apparel and everything in that store is gender neutral...but I think he pulls off the look quite well - especially with those lashes!

He's still an extremely happy baby. Not as happy as he used to be, but happy. He just doesn't like other people, but can ya blame him? ha ha -jk  I hope it's a phase. 

 I decided I'd give the ol' hobby of sewing a go last week, and I ended up getting quite a few things sewn. I sewed some bibs, some pillow covers (in the previous pictures), and two pairs of baby Toms for Hen. If you're wondering why he's floating in the second pic, don't be alarmed - he was in his jumper.

 See? Not actually floating. Just looking slick with his combover.

The other day in church the little girl in front of us (she was 5), asked if Hen was a "girl baby or a boy baby". I told her he was a boy. She said "he has a big head" very matter-of-factly. Then proceeded to ask me several times "why his head was so big" Yes, child, I know it's a big noggin, but I'm convinced he's pulling it off. And it gives me more surface area to cover with smooches!

And I flipped the camera around for a quick second, just to throw ya for a loop. We've been feeling fairly good over here since starting to work out on a regular basis. It's a nice change from being so negative about myself all the time.

If anyone has any fun ideas for something to do with a well-behaved baby who has us totally whipped, we are looking for an idea to replace our Price is Right FAIL. Ok, thanks.