After a year of weekly photos, I’m continuing with a monthly photo and update of Henry for the time being. It’s my own way of capturing all my thoughts and memories about this stage of his life.
So, there’s no hiding that Henry has a lot of similarities to his mother. He is pretty much a spitting image of momma. Plus he’s noisy, he’s vain, he’s dramatic and he’s hilarious (wink, wink). I often call him my mini-me. Poor Ryan.
But, more and more qualities are coming out of this boy that are straight daddy.
Which is good, because I wasn’t really certain who his dad was.
Henry is fearless. I mean, pulling himself up onto the coffee table-scaling playground equipment-climbing ladders-catapulting himself from heights fearless. He does not get that from his mother.
Henry is really interested in how things work. He turns over his tractors to turn the wheels. He opens up boxes to see what’s inside. He takes apart toys and electronics to put them back together. He does not get that from his mother.
Henry loves anything motorized. He would sit on a riding mower or tractor and ride around with both grandpas all day. Doesn’t move a muscle (the only time that’s true, coincidentally). He does not get that from his mother.
Henry is messy. He plays in dirt, digs in sand, and really gets into his food. He does not get that from his mother.
All that to say, Henry is definitely his father’s son. And he’s pure boy.
This month, Henry began to understand his power. Some may call it manipulation. And he uses it for pure evil.
He wants that cell phone? Fake cry. He wants to go outside? Whine and stomp. And more than anything, he wants to use those around him to do what he wants. He often drags us across the room by the pointer finger (or shirt, or hair, or whatever is handy) to do his bidding. And when he’s told “no,” boy oh stinking boy, there is hell to pay.
I told you he got his drama from me.
He also like to say “that,” which I believe may be his favorite and most consistent word to-date. He’ll point at [insert coveted item here] and yell “that.” Over and over. Until his minions get “that” for him.
See? Fun game.
But on the other side of that drama comes the sweetest moments. He loves to dance and march. He turns on dad’s old radio and stands in front of it dancing.
He also laughs often. His giggles are contagious and he gets everyone around him laughing. Nearly every night is spent chasing each other around laughing.
We hit the splash park several times this month, which he is the perfect age to really enjoy. He would stay there all day if I would let him – watching the big kids and running around after them. He also loves filling up a cup with water and dumping it.
We also took a trip to the lake this month. Henry loved the water and loved riding in the boat. The trip wasn’t long enough, but it was wonderful to get away and see Henry enjoy uninterrupted time with us and his grandparents. He didn’t even seem to mind his life jacket.
This month also brought my first lengthy time away from Henry. He enjoyed his time with daddy and grandma, but boy did I miss him. We tried FaceTiming while I was on the road, but that mostly just meant a blurry one-year-old was screaming and throwing the phone on the ground. I was definitely happy to be home to see that smiling face.
I guess the bottom line is that Henry is really getting to be a big boy, and sometimes I feel sentimental about how fast he’s growing. I sort of just want to stop time. But, it’s really true that every stage is just so much fun. I can’t stay sentimental for long when he’s running and marching and jumping and giggling.
- Cats (and most other animals).
- Walking on his own.
- Splash park.
- Opening containers, cabinets and doors.
- Drinking water out of a big cup.
- Long car rides.
- Saying goodbye to mom, dad, grandma or grandpa.