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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.


Well, first the big news. Ladies and gents, we have a walker:

Henry just got better and better over the weekend and now he’s walking practically everywhere. He’s still doing it with the zombie arms stretched in front of him, but he’s certainly mobile.

Halloween was a big success. We went to a nearby stretch of stores in the morning where the merchants were handing out candy to hordes of kids. Henry went as Elmo:

elmo halloween

This turned out to be a brilliant costume because he was like a major celebrity for the 1-3 year-old set. As he came down the street, all the kids would point and shout, “Elmo! Elmo!” Henry handled his fame well, mostly since he had no idea what was going on. He loved being out in the lovely weather and hanging with mom, dad, grandma, and grandpa.

halloween walk

He got a big kick out of getting to pick his own candy, though he thought it equally fun to put it in his own bucket as someone else’s.

halloween candy

Henry was very excited when someone handed him his very favorite treat: raisins! I’d like to post this last picture and say how trick or treating wore him out

halloween sleep

except this was just prior to trick or treating. The car tires him out, trick or treating revs him up!

Henry’s hair was getting a little out of control, and since my last attempt to get it out of his eyes resulted in a “mom haircut,” we decided to take him to the pros and let them work their magic on his mop. The magic is mostly in the form of dvds the stylists play at kiddie eye-level while letting them play with steering wheels in airplanes. And of course speed. Henry was totally on board at the beginning.

henry airplane

Then he got a little antsy and we had to distract him by letting him comb Dad’s hair while the stylist combed his.

henry comb dad

But by the end, no amount of exciting diversions could hold back the mini-meltdown.

post haircut

Two minutes later he was toddling around the waiting area waving at the dogs and cute little girls walking by, so not to worry.

Later that afternoon, we went to a nearby pumpkin patch, a tradition his Auntie Krista started last year. He slept through most of the experience then:

pumpkin patch baby

but this year he was all. about. the pumpkins. Or “balls” as he was sure they were called. He roamed around patting them and pointing out particularly appealing ones.


Near the check out there was a box full of small decorative gourds. We presented him with one and he went to bite it like he did the apple, which elicited laughs from everyone in line. Sensing a primed audience, he then proceeded to grab at the gourds and smack his lips while eyeing the crowd playfully. What a ham.