Grabby Grabby!

The day has come where Henry's arms and hands are not completely mindless appendages. When we brought him home from the hospital, arms sprawled and curled up randomly. This is no longer true. Most of the arm movement is still relatively random, except that those arms simply detest being covered up. Ole Swaddly Joe does not like his arms in the bundle, they gotta breath, man!

Those hands, though ... they resemble Venus Flytraps. They just hang out, looking cute. You know, baby hands, right? Wrong. If anything gets close to them, they're doomed. Here are a couple stories ...

Henry found his own hair a couple of days ago. His hands meandered up to his hair, the Flytraps detected something, and they latched on. As we all know, pulling hair is not cool .. it hurts! So Henry got upset, which just made the Flytraps latch on harder. Pull harder ... get madder ... pull harder ... what a tragedy! It took two grown adults working together to pull Henry away from, well, Henry.

The very next day, the young lad got me in a double death grip. We were just goofing around and I got my face too close to the Flytraps (I should know better, right?). One latched on to my nostrils, and the other gripped furiously onto my bottom lip. We hung out there for a couple of minutes ... that's when I didn't think it was cute anymore.

As a sidenote, he also got a handful of my chest hair. Don't worry, all hairs in the incident are still attached, present and accounted for.

Isn't this kid cool?

I wanted to make sure that you all got your baby fix today, and got to see the latest Henry pic. This was taken about three hours ago. Henry really digs this toy (thank you Steve and Bonnie -- I think), and will chill out with all of his Baby Einstein friends for quite a while. This is a big deal, because this baby doesn't like to do two things:

• Sleep
• Sit still and hang out quietly

He likes moving it, and moving it, and moving it well. He digs on taking laps through the house, bouncing on beds, or anything else that is kinetic. He does not like things that hold him in place. Like Daddy trying to take a nap, or laying him down to do the same. These things need to be finessed with Prince Henry (pronounced on-REE). This magic carpet seems to do the trick (for now, anyway), which is music to his parents' ears.

NEWSFLASH: I have been talking to Henry quite a bit about writing his first blog entry, and he has relented. His thought now is that if he could write most of you letters while still in the womb, what's stopping him from blogging now? Also, Sarah may be convinced to blog. Maybe you guys want to hear a couple other viewpoints about how this new family thing is going?

Vital statistics (seriously, these are the only ones that count)

I wanted to let everyone know a couple of Henry's vital statistics after week 3.

Longest sleep time overnight: 6 HOURS!! Yeah! Seriously, this dude has us trained to be escstatic about almost getting a good night's sleep. How did that happen? We think he is falling into the bad habit of only sleeping well if he's with one of us. When we put him down, it's only a matter of time until he starts fussing. And it's not a lot of time.

Weight: Somewhere around 9.5 pounds. This one is hard to calculate, because we have to do it by me standing on the scale, remembering how much I weigh, then having Sarah give me the dude before the digital readout goes out on the scale.

Cute faces: Uh, I stopped counting at somewhere around 3,355,789. I'm a little biased, but if you've met the dude, you'd agree. And if you don't agree, you should probably ... uh, I'll keep it clean (it is a family blog).

Number of meals per day: Around 37. OK, that's an exaggeration, but this little guy can eat. He is getting quite the chubby little Rayo face. His cheeks are starting to approach what his uncle Bryan's cheeks looked like at his age. I'll get you a picture tomorrow.

That's about it. Shoot me a comment if there's anything in particular that you'd like to know about our oft-crying cherub.