Henry spinnin' in the Jumperoo

Henry's little cardboard house and standing on his own

Henry Crawling

Last week, Henry began to crawl. Here he is on his first day motoring around.

Henry and Ruby

On Labor Day weekend, Henry showed his cousin Ruby around Chicago. They went for a cruise down the Chicago River and visted the Lincoln Park Zoo.

Henry's new friend Luke

HTT had a play date recently while I was away with his new friend Luke. Luke is exacty 4 months younger than Henry, but he is working very hard to make up for it. It's so neat to see how much H-dog has grown. Im sure Lukes parents think it's neat to see where their son will be in a few months.

Robot, Chopstick, and Plastic Cup

Happy Bathtime Boy

Chirpy Baby

Bags are delicious

Captain Henry

On a recent summer's day, on his dad's birthday, Henry takes control of the vessel. In his cool collectiveness, he mans the helm and confidently gazes to the horizon.

Two peas in a pod

Henry Loves his Momma---

Earlier this week, I injured my back and was on bed rest, or couch rest if you will. That meant Scott was in charge of getting HtT to sleep. Unfortunately, Henry already has VERY discriminating tastes, and would not fall asleep this evening without the smoky aroma, cherry undertones and pleasant mouth-feel of Momma, vintage 1977.

Caught in the act! HtT rolls over

Happy Baby faces taken on Grandma's Birthday

My Eventual Triumph Over Diaper Debacles!

Many of you knew this day was coming, the day when my son would poop, and I would have it all covered. Let me tell you, it was a long time coming.

Most of my success I owe to the fact that Henry has just started solids. The introduction of rice cereal has given Henry more to digest then he has ever had to in his life; this is probably the reason why, after 2 days, he had not pooped.

At the start of day three, I was prepared. Something was coming, and that something had to be BIG!! My sences were honed. I was on the look out, listen out, and smell out. All morning long I proceeded with caution, and then it HAPPENED! I was sitting in the rocker playing with Henry, when I heard a big squirt. Thinking quickly, I held him away from my body and up in the air. Past experience has taught me that placing him on the changing table after such a large bowel movement would sentence me to outfit changing duty. Instead, I unsnapped him, and removed his dirty diaper with one hand, while cradling him in the other. After setting the diaper on the changing table, I ran to the bathroom to wash off the poopy in the shower. Look at that clean butt! Another outfit saved my mom!

In the Jumperoo, On the Boat, and Just Sittin'

Henry's Further Forays into Fine Dining

The title is absolutly aliterative abuse.

Henry's welcoming shower

Henry crashes out with Aunt Lynn

Henry before his big explosion......

and After!

Even though Cousin Charlie is already a year old, he still loves playing with the infant activity mat!

Henry's First Solid Food

Get that kid a modeling contract!

I should write a book on Diaper Debacles!

Despite Henry's young age he is already an activitist. Henry, Scott, and I did the Y-Me Walk for the Cure (of breast cancer) on Mother's Day. Henry already has an impecable sense of style and he insisted on matching his outfit to mine. Everyone from Aon was wearing maroon t-shirts, so Henry wanted to wear his blue and maroon striped "D is for Dog" jumper. I'm so thrilled to have such a stylish little man!

Because we would be walking for 5k, I didn't want to bring my diaper bag since it is big and bulky. Instead, we used existing storage in the stroller, since we would be taking that along. Forgetting a lesson I have already learned, we packed no extra outfit for Henry, which was ok by him because we didn't have any other well coordinated outfits.

We got to the walk ontime and everything started out great. I met some other women from my floor and we began walking and chatting. I am not exactly sure how far we got, but Henry started to get fussy, as though he wanted to eat. We excused ourselves from the walk and found a grassy patch in Grant Park near Columbus Dr. We took Henry out of the stroller. He was soaking wet! I swear! I had to check if we actually put a diaper on him this morning! It was an overcast day, and not particularly warm, and breezy by the lake. We changed his diaper, and to buffer Henry from the soaking wet, well coordinated jumper we placed the two burp cloths that we brought with between him and his clothing. I hoped this kept him warm. Poor Henry!

Naturally, we were not going to let him spend the rest of the morning in a pee-soaked, albeit well coordinated jumper. We took Henry to Macy's to find a new outfit for him to wear. Although Henry was a little dissapointed that there was no outfit that coordinated with his momma, he EVENTUALLY found something to his liking. We took him to the changing room, sat on the floor, and took lots of pictures. Do you like what he picked out?

Henry enjoying the Bumbo Seat

The little bee was a gift from Henry's Great-Great Aunt Wilma

Henry at home with the nanny

We have encouraged our nanny to take a lot of photos of Henry while we are at work. Here are some great shots she took a few days ago...

Henry after Diaper Dibacle Part #3

Diaper Debacle Diaries.... part two

On our last day in Puerto Rico, I couldn't stop congradulating myself for perfectly packing for Henry. I had one clean outfit left, that was perfect for the trip home, and I had a pair of long pants and a hat for the cold weather back in Chicago. We got to the airport with little trouble; and we were used tot he security drill by now. I took Henry out of the snap-and-go, and placed him on my sholder.

Hmmm....Something smelled funny.


Scott giggled and said, "Oh MAMA". The security guard lady asked me if someome was misbehaving.

After we got thru security, I made a beeline for the bathroom so I could clean-up my Henry. Luckily, I had disposible washcloths with me. Unluckily, there was only one soap dispensor in the whole bathroom, and it was located on the opposite end of the bathroom from the koala care diaper changing station. Also, I was a little premature in all my congradulations to myself on perfect packing. I had a pair of pants for my little man, but no shirt! Ay dios mio!

Scott and I ran all over the san juan airport looking for a vendor with a shirt or a onesie that would fit Henry. Eventually, Henry got hungry and Scott had to go it alone. While I sat and nursed, I could hear the flight attendants call for pre-boarding. Then for regular boarding. Then last call for boarding. Finally Scott found his way back to the terminal just in time! And what did he have?

Diaper Debacle Diaries part 1

At LAST!!
Our first family vacation is here. I have been anticipating this trip to Puerto Rico since we cancelled our trip to Costa Rica, (becuase I was knocked up) and since we decided not to fly for 11 hours to Hawaii (since we had a newborn).

I had Henry's bag packed for almost a week, and mine was packed for the last three days. I had the cutest airplane outfit picked out for Henry to wear. I had a diaper bag full of diapers. I had TONS of baby sunblock. Henry was an ANGEL on our connecting flight from Chicago to Philly. What could go wrong?

Hmmm...I'm sure that most of you know as soon as you begin thinking that things are going to be perfect, things start turning out to not be perfect. First, our connecting flight was delayed and pushed back 2 1/2 hours. Then, my little angel baby had a meltdown on the airplane when we tried putting him in our carseat for takeoff. For the rest of the flight he did O.K., thanks in large part to the efforts of Mama. We gave him a B- for the flight.
Finally when we landed in San Juan, we were able to collect only 2 of our 3 peices of checked luggage. The missing peice had all of Scott's clothes, and ALL of the diapers that I needed for this trip. Aye Dios Mio!

Luckily, I had packed plenty of little swimmer diapers, I just figured I'd need to use one or 2 of these before we recieved our missing bag, which the airline promised we would have by noon the next day.


HtT and I went for a swim, while Scott tried to keep cool in his blue jeans and undershirt. He was able to take lots of pictures of the two of us swimming around in the pool. See the little swimmer poking out from under Hank's swimtrunks? Doesn't it look like it can hold back massive amounts of baby pee? Well it can't. I found this out as soon as HtT and I got out of the water and he took a nap in his favorite place. On me. Not only did I become soaked in baby pee, but a puddle began forming under me before we realized what was going on.
In case you were wondering, the bag with Scott's clothes and the diapers arrived at 4 p.m, and not a minute too soon.