Henry

So it just occurred to me that I don't write much about the namesake of this blog, Henry. There is a lot to write about these days, it's just that all the stuff to write about is what makes me too tired to write. Henry is a ball of energy. He's crazy but in a good way. I know that his tenacity is going to take him places in life, and that alone gets me through the trip to the dr's office where he is screaming at the top of his lungs as he runs back and forth the length of the waiting room.

He is learning new words every day. Today he learned "mess." Or as he says it, "mah-ESSSSS" See, while trying to eat his rice for dinner, he made a mahessss on the floor. I was sweeping it up, and telling him it was a mess, and he was telling me it was a mahess, all the while trying to get in front of the broom to pick up rice to eat. After I finished sweeping up the mahesss, I turned around to Henry dumping more rice on the floor, saying "mahesssss, mahessss."

I got really sad tonight while I was nursing him. I was thinking about him growing up and leaving us. I know it's inevitable, and of course I want him to grow into a beautiful, caring & compassionate, contributing member of society, but part of me wants to keep him this way, making messes and chasing me around the living room.