Despite our inability to find winter boots for Henry, he is loving all the snow we’ve had recently. We bundle him up until he looks like Randy from “A Christmas Story” and then hover over him while he launches himself into yards of thigh-high snow.

Henry has learned how to say “baby,” which will just about break your heart in half. It is one of the only very distinct words he has, where anyone could tell that was what he was saying. There was some worry when he started tapping my stomach and saying “bayyybee!” but we think he is just confusing “baby” with “belly.” To be clear: no babies in the belly.

Thanksgiving was a ton of fun. We like any excuse to dress this kid up in a sweater vest (hand-me-down thanks to Bricker cousins).

This was the first year he got to eat all the food and he loved it. Mashed potatoes by the handful, stuffing with raisins, cranberry sauce, rolls, fruit. He was in heaven. He told us he was full, but then we gave him a special egg-free cupcake and he made room, in true Thanksgiving spirit.

Finally, here’s a scene from lunch last weekend. Someone fell asleep in the car for two minutes just before lunch. He woke up enough for us to get him situated in the highchair, but as you can see, he proved to be a little un-awake after all.

Of course, he woke up fully the second we decided all was lost and put him in his crib for an early nap.

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