Our next door neighbors have a dog, and everytime Henry sits down to eat and he hears the dog barking he insists on standing up to watch- we really need something to tie him into his high chair. It is really quite dangerous. If we turn our backs for an instant, he is up and turned around.
I found this the other day when I walked in Henry's room at bedtime. Taylor didn't seem to even notice that Henry had stopped listening-he just kept on reading. This is what happens when we try and read a book that isn't a touch and feel book.
The kid is in love with the Touch and Feel story books
Henry has eaten everything imaginable and he seems to enjoy everything he has tried. The list grows every day. He even tries to eat people, like other babies and kids. He chews on tables, chairs, blankets, keys, books, & dishes. Every time we go to a restaurant, he bites down on the table. Here is the current tally of things we have found in his mouth:
*warning: some of these things are very gross
peeled garlic cloves
Dirty Diapers and their contents
fresh rosemary leaves
toilet paper (fresh from the unflushed toilet)
aluminum foil (one of his very favorites)
the cotton swabs off the end of q-tips. (We normally just let him eat those, it keeps him busy for a while)
dirt, rocks, mud, sticks
paper of all varieties
anything in the garbage can
the stuff that gathers at the bottom of your broom (you know the nasty hair/dust ball thing) he seems to never get tired of eating that stuff.
You'd think that we would have learned to keep things out of his reach by now, but he always manages to find something bad to eat.
Amish country was fascinating, and kind of strange. We went to a cheese factory and drove around their town- it kind of felt weird just driving around to watch these people live, but at the same time, they take advantage of the curiosity and give tours and sell suff, so I didn't feel as bad.
At the cheese factory, we found out that the moon really is made of green cheese, and quite tasty too.
And for Easter dinner, we ate a lamb cake. Nothing better than cutting up a baby lamb to celebrate Easter.
We also had a great Easter Egg hunt with all the kids outside, but Henry was totally uninterested. He mostly watched all the kids and he fell in love with their dog! At one point we found him trying to eat the dogs feet, thankfully the dog didn't mind one bit.
Getting transferred to a new Gap store that has an adult section in it is the worst thing that could have ever happened to our budget. Sometimes I think about picking up extra shifts just so I can buy these:
Sometimes I look at Henry and I think that I never want him to grow up. He is perfect, safe, really cute, almost always happy, and he can't make bad decisions. All I want is for him to be happy forever- and growing up means that sadness and disapointment will come and go throughout his life. When I start to worry about it too much, I try and think about how horrible it would be to change poopy diapers every day for the rest of my life. But for some reason that doesn't ever seem all that bad if it could ensure his happiness and giggles forever.
Anyway...on to Buffalo's hidden gem...the Forest Lawn Cemetery. I went running on Thursday morning and I decided to run through this cemetery. It is only a mile or so from our house and it is absolutely beautiful. I don't know why no one has told us about this place yet, but it is my favorite thing I have seen in Buffalo since we've been here. It is listed on the National Register of Historic places, it is huge, it has lots of roads and paths for running, it has a lake with ducks and geese, a stream, a neat little chapel, gardens, benches, and beautiful monuments. I came home and read about it on the Internet and they give tours of the place during the summer. I can't wait to go back. Taylor and I are going to go for a Sunday picnic once it is warm enough- and I think it would be a great place to take family pictures. If you come to visit, we'll take you here!
Henry now says mama as well. I hear a lot of people say that mama and dada are a baby's first words, but I really don't think Henry has any idea what he is saying, so I don't actually think it qualifies as a word. Maybe we could call it his first recognizable sound.