This is where I caught Henry, just before he was about to tear every book off the shelf.
Taylor and I went to the Italian festival here in Buffalo and we saw this. We didn't really get it. It just seemed a little strange.
And lastly, here is a picture of the cutest little kid that ever was. I know that everyone thinks their own children are cute even when they are kind of funny looking, but I am pretty darn sure that no one thinks that Henry is funny looking. (However, I will admit he does have fleeting moments of funny lookingness, however they only last for brief moments)
As you can see here, he isn't get much skinnier, I think he looks like a little football player. We may start calling him Hank the Tank. Life is so much better now that he can walk. And he is a pro. Its like he has been walking for months but he was hiding it from us.
Henry loves loves loves broccolli, however he always stockpiles it in his mouth. He takes every piece from his tray before he will swallow. We were trying to get his full mouth on video, and this is what happened. Don't worry, the broccolli didn't get wasted. He still ate it. He is funny. I sure like little Henry a lot more now that he is turning into a real little person and he isn't just a baby blob.
This is the closest we got to a family picture...those are Henry's little legs in the background.
Now onto Henry and his newfound love: walking. He just magically started walking on Sunday. He didn't walk in the morning or at church, but then Sunday afternoon...voila!...he walked. He hasn't stopped since.
Now onto the wonderful and serendipitous discovery of the Buffalo library. I am in love. They say it is the 2nd biggest public library in America. It has been years since I walked in a library simply to find wonderful books to read and movies to watch. I think college gives us all negative and anxious feelings to associate with the library like finals week and lots of homework. However, public libraries are absolutely wonderful. The one here has a cafe, a store, and lots of wonderful things. I think I will be going every week as long as I live here in Buffalo.
This baby is obsessed with pillows. When we throw him on our bed, he rolls around squealing and giggling. Who needs toys when you've got pillows?