Do we take him to the game?

Time to vote!

Before Henry was born, we bought OSU football season tickets, and we bough the Texas game. We bought this unborn baby an outfit for the Texas game, and had our minds set that this baby would see his first football game before he was able to, well, see the football game!

This idea doesn't sound like a slam dunk anymore. We do have a Baby Bjorn, and he digs it ... usually falls asleep or just hangs out for an hour or more. We know that going to a Big Ten game is not an orthodox thing to do with a 2 month old baby, but we're not all that orthodox, anyway.

So, send your comment, your rant, or whatever. Is this so crazy that it just ... might ... work, or is it just crazy Belleview crazy (a.k.a. crazy Children's Services crazy).

Ah, let the child controversies begin!

Happy anniversary to us!

Sorry to all you Henry picture lovers, but last night was chock full of busy-ness. Sarah and I celebrated out third anniversary by willing ourselves out of the house, eating at a fantastic organic restaurant called North Star, and finishing it up with the world Graetest ice cream (that's right, we made it to Graeter's).

Henry was our guest of honor. He did very well. He was awake most of the time, but didn't meltdown until our ice cream cones were finished. Then, since the Henry eruption was imminent, we snapped him up and busted home. Then some Henry dinner (the 9:00 PM installment of dinner) was served up, and the evening was over.

This anniversary was our first glimpse of how things are going to be different. We eaked out all the anniversary we could, and it was great. But it wasn't nearly as important to us as our first two anniversaries. Nor should it be. Not for us, anyway. Henry is Numero Uno now. Little trivia tidbit: Henry means Head of the Household. Seriously. And he sure is.

Newsflash: I added some more pictures to Henry's photo album on Yahoo! Photos. Click on the link on the left or click here.

Also, please send your good Henry pictures to hepcatrayo@yahoo.com, and I'll post them on the blog as well. I know for sure that Henry's grandparents have some good pics, and I'm still looking for the picture of us at Molly's wedding from Mr. Brian George Dershaw. I'll cut him some slack, though, because he may be at the hospital right now meeting his first child for the first time.

Real Bath (whew! he likes it!)

Mr. Henry got to take his first honest-to-goodness, soak me in the water, pour some over my head, feel that warm water goodness bath this evening. For most of it, he was very peaceful (see top picture). Hanging out, giving us some baby babble ... just chillin'.

Then we washed his head, and all hell broke loose. See Exhibit B at right.

We got him toweled off, and put in his super-cool robe (legend tells that his Grandpa Thornburg picked it out), and he was back to being cool as cool can be.

And he smells squeaky clean baby sweet!

Where Did Daddy Go?

This is the image I left as I gathered my things and trudged off to work. Two weeks off went by in a blink. Amazingly, Henry didn't seem to grasp the gravity of the situation as I left.

Work was OK today, I suppose. About 300 million people came by my desk, so I didn't really have a chance to do much work. Oops. Nobody from Cardinal Health is reading this blog, are you? If so, please translate this paragraph as: "Wow, I couldn't believe how productive I was, and that I could work so many hours in a row, and how happy I could be returning to work."

I didn't feel as bad about leaving home as I thought I would, and the feelings of abandoning my family, while palpable, were not overwhelming. Which made me feel a little guilty. I'm assuming that the roller coaster of parenting emotions don't really get any better anytime soon.

I did, however, return home to a very tired Sarah and a very active Henry. He has taken to the daytime, and was quite awake for most of the afternoon and evening. Because he is wide awake after most feedings, there is much less down time between feedings, which means that we will be a little less rested. Tomorrow we will try to give him a real bath for the first time, as his bellybutton should have dried all the goop (that's a clinical term) that was left after the umbilical cord fell off last week. Maybe that will do the trick for beddie-bye time.

Anyway, Day 1 of Michael working, Sarah holding down the fort is now behind us, and the family survived. Whew!!!