The New Stuff
Sing us a song, Mr. Baby Piano Man! Henry is noticing (and reaching for) everything now. He'll lunge out of your arms to try to get that thing you thought was just out of his reach ... or was it? The pneumonia is behind us, and he took his last of 10 days of antibiotics yesterday. He still percolates a little, but it's just a little cough. Something to monitor, but not go nutso about.
He is still jumping like a champo, he's picking up blocks with one hand, he's running his hand across his face to make the WaWaWa noise himself (think 8-year olds playing Indians ... er, Native Americans). And he's found his mini basketball that I got him for Christmas. He digs it, although I think he's enamored with the texture of it as much as anything else. We roll it back and forth together, and he laughs. And I laugh. The moment he can pick it up, we're going outside and dunking on the adjustable hoop. And I'll take a lot of pictures. And write about it.
Gramma came to town, and really helped us out watching the sick Bubs. Thank you so much for being cool with having your 3-month visit be filled with a less-than-100% Henry. The irony is that his giggles came back hours after her flight touched down in Tampa. Drats!
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