Guilty! Stephen and Henry look like they know they've been caught playing with Lizzie's bouncer while she naps.
Later in the afternoon, we went to Shelby Farms with the Hamners. Norie Hamner, one of Henry's first friends, showed Henry how to pet and feed a horse. Henry's response? "Ooooooooooooooooh."
"This thing's even bigger than Julep."
Norie and Henry seem to have a real bond. She laughs when he makes his "talking" noises and at one point he put his thumb in his mouth and rested his head on her shoulder. Like the third picture in the last post, that is his way of showing love.
That night, we introduced Henry to his cousins Sam and Monte Stark. After a dinner of chicken and stars baby food, followed by angel hair pasta, mushrooms, gnocchi and garlic bread, they agreed that he was definitely a member of our family.
This picture would be best described as the "before" shot...
...before Henry dove face-first into his cake, that is.
An impressive group of cousins.
Heavy is the crown.
That night, Lexie helps Henry cheer on Eli and the Giants. Lucky for all of us, the wind-chill factor inside was well above -23.
That's more like it. It's too early to tell whether Henry is going to eat his corn by employing the "typewriter" method or the "rotary" method, but one way or the other he likes the challenge of eating it off the cob. We had to pry it out of his hands when he was finished.
Here is a group of pictures that shows Henry's typical night time routine. First, dinner. As you can see, Henry's menu has expanded far beyond strained carrots. Chicken, broccoli and cheese are now a typical dinner, but recently he's also enjoyed things like chicken pot pie, meatloaf, mashed potatoes and spaghetti. In fact, about the only thing he's tried that he didn't like was a Doe's hot tamale (which actually made him cry). I'm sure his Delta roots will kick in though and one day soon, he'll be scarfing down tamales with the best of them.
After dinner, a little play time while Alexis and I finish our meals.
For some reason, our cookbooks have always been an endless source of fascination for Henry. From the time he was nursing he has stared at the row of books on the shelf above our kitchen table. We think he may want to be the next Barefoot Contessa. And that's only partly because he's actually barefoot.
Before getting into his PJs, a nice warm bath. Bathtime has become more fun since Henry now has enough hair to do this with.
Picnic on the beach.
At New Year's Day brunch, Henry is impressed with my Vito Corleone/orange slice impression