Some of Henry’s recent adorable outfits.
From Granma and Amanda
From Jenny
From Grant and Michelle
From Granma
From Eric and Amber (the front says “Loader”)
Some of Henry’s recent adorable outfits.
From Granma and Amanda
From Jenny
From Grant and Michelle
From Granma
From Eric and Amber (the front says “Loader”)
Henry took his first plane ride when we went to Cleveland for July 4th.
He did really well. I’m sure I was more nervous than he was. 🙂
Perhaps he’ll be a world traveler like his daddy.
Near the end of June, we went to a Bulls game with Kerri, Beaney, and my mom. It was a farewell of sorts, as Kerri was moving to Chicago at the very end of June.
Last year we all got together to go to the last Bulls game of the season. It was threatening hard to rain near the end of the work day, and then it actually started raining on our way over to the ball park. We diverted ourselves to the Carolina Ale House at Brier Creek until we knew if the game was on. After one round of beers, we decided to chance it as the game was on with only a short delay. We got there in the second inning and did typical baseball game things – ate hot dogs and nachos and drank beer. Around the fifth inning, it started to get dark again and those people who hadn’t already left yet went scurrying for cover in the tunnels. It poured and poured great big buckets of rain. Once the rain finally let up, the game had been cancelled due to weather. So that’s how the last game of the 2007 season wrapped up.
Our June date with Kerri was pretty much a repeat of last year. It started looking dark on our way out to the park, so we went straight to Tyler’s and enjoyed a couple of beers during the rain delay.
(Notice Henry’s got his baseball t-shirt/Jonah outfit on.)
When we got to the pallpark it was terrific weather and we enjoyed the view from our seats on the third baseline. Henry did really good. He hung out in the Bjorn for several innings until Dave took him home.
I think mom really enjoyed herself, too.
The best part of the night was when I caught a foul ball! I took Henry over behind the picnic area for a little break from the Bjorn and as we were sitting there playing, a foul ball bounced right into my lap!! It was so awesome. Three months old and he has his first baseball!
Shortly after Dave left to take Henry home, it started to rain again. We all hid out in the tunnels for about 30 minutes until the rain passed. The game resumed for another quick inning, and then the rain returned. They finally called the game and we headed home.
Oh, and we saw these two funny haircuts:
The following weekend, Kerri moved to Chicago. So sad am I. However, in good news, she just landed herself a job and is now looking for a place to live closer in to Chicago. Know anyone in the area who needs a roommate?
We recently had dinner with my mom and Gene, and mom invited a neighbor couple to join us. These people have been so nice to them that she wanted to take them out to dinner and treat them. They are just the nicest people you’ve ever met. Really, really delightful people.
After a lovely night out, they felt compelled to send a thank you to my mom. And although they live within walking distance, they actually put a stamp on the card and sent it in the mail. Talk about one-up-manship, how’s anyone supposed to compete with that?!
But it’s the contents of the letter that are just jaw-dropping. Please recognize that I’m not (entirely) making fun of this couple – they’re fabulous, as I’ve mentioned. But oh my goodness, it’s a bit over-the-top, isn’t it?
I recently found this letter from a high school friend. It was typed in 1994 when we were both in college. I’ve cut out these adorable examples of the emerging use of emoticons to share with you. But I’ve won’t reveal the identity of said friend, to protect the innocent. 🙂
Here’s what our days are like. Dave and I split the work getting Henry’s stuff ready and cleaned, as well as dinner and clean up duties, but the volume of chores to be done make it challenging to get anything else done.
5:30 am – get up, shower, get mostly ready for work
6:00 am – wake up and feed Henry, change his diaper and clothes, gather extra outfits to take to school
7:00 am – eat breakfast, make Junior’s bottles for school, pack his bag, pack our lunches, pack up my pump parts and paraphernalia, finish getting myself ready for work
Optional tasks: straighten up for the cleaners, gather trash on trash days, get dinner ingredients ready
7:45 am – toss H-bomb into the car along with his bag, my lunch, and my pump
8:00 am – drop little man off at school after chatting with teachers
8:30 am – arrive at work
5:10 pm – leave work between 5 and 5:15
5:40 pm – feed Gomer while Dave starts dinner
6:30 pm – eat dinner
7:10 pm – start Hank’s bath
7:30 pm – out of bath, lotioned and powdered, into jam-jams
7:45 pm – top-off feeding for Henrisaurus Rex
8:00 pm – into bed, nighty-night
8:05 pm – wash bottles, wash pump parts, wash dinner dishes, get milk from freezer for next day’s bottles, make some items for next day’s lunch, scoop litter (almost always done by Dave)
Optional tasks: straighten up for the cleaners, gather trash on trash days, get dinner ingredients ready, do laundry, fill up bird feeders, blog, etc.
9:00 pm – tv, book or computer time
10:00 pm – bed time
I am also pumping at work. I’m not just sitting around, mind you, I work while I pump, but scheduling a pump session three times a day, 20 minutes an episode, means that I need to be extra careful about getting my work done. I eat lunch at my desk every day to minimize the downtime. I have no time to myself during the days to run errands.
Which means that getting to Target to pick up a prescription can be a monumental task. Luckily, with two of us taking care of the little guy, it’s easier to get stuff like that done. Hooray for my sweetie being the best dad and partner around!
Two exclusive items Henry has received! They share a cozy spot on a shelf out of harm’s way.
A silver spoon with baseball detail from Tiffany & Co.
A music box from Reed & Barton in the shape of a tortoise that plays Brahm’s Lullaby.
Henry’s 4 months old today. Have I mentioned that he’s cute?
(nice soundtrack, huh?)
I said that it would be good for Henry to start daycare so he’d get exposure to germs.
I guess I didn’t really mean it.
He spiked a 102.9 degree fever on Sunday afternoon. We cooled him with wet washcloths and watched somewhat helplessly as he screamed bloody murder and cried tears for the first time I can remember.
We took him to the doctor that afternoon and he started feeling better with the cooling washcloths and some baby Tylenol. The doctor chalked it up to a virus and not heat stroke, which was what I thought it might be.
He had a bit of a rough night but seemed to be doing great this morning. His fever was gone and he was in a good mood. Dave’s playing daddy-day-care today since Henry can’t go to school.
All in all, it was not the worst experience ever.
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