Steps forward and backward

Henry has added some to his repertoire, and has backslid a bit.

He has a first word! To all that know him, it is no surprise that his first intelligible word is "up". Like ... "Get me out of this high chair" or "Get me out of this crib" or "Get me out of this car seat " ... "I want UP!!!".

He also has his first sign under his belt. He now can do a really rough sign for milk. Unfortunately, his doesn't look exactly like this ... it looks more like him shaking his fist!

He has also mastered the steps. He guns for them, starts climbing like a pro, and sits on the first landing and claps for himself. YAY Henry! Then it's a 50/50 choice ... climb to the top of Mt. Staircase or turn around to come back down. He's a quite talented boy.

On the flipside, he isn't really keen on walking at the moment. He is cruising well along walls, or holding onto something, or taking Daddy's hand, but he's not all that into taking steps on his own anymore. He drops right to his butt and starts crawling ... fast!

First steps!

Henry is standing on his own (and is very proud of himself). He is now looking around, and can take 3-4 steps on his own before lunging at the closest parent or piece of furniture. It is truly incredible to watch him, and see his progress day-to-day. I think this parent thing is just about to shift into high gear ... literally. I've seen other baby's first steps, and they're generally tentative, slow steps to get things going. Henry measures his actions, then literally tries to run his three or four steps. There's no fear or hesitation. He sees what he wants, and he is off to go get it. It's thrilling and terrifying all at once!

First bike ride! First picnic! First time to campus!

Holy lots of firsts! We packed up the bikes and ate a picnic dinner on the campus of The Ohio State University, on Mirror Lake. Henry rode in his new trailer (which is a pretty slick ride in its own right). When we got there, Henry acted like he was an old pro. He ate his dinner while grinning at Mom and Dad, took a couple sips of water, and was generally very enjoyable company at our family picnic.

Birthday Bash (for Henry and the country)!

Better late than never, eh? For those of you in the know, Henry's first birthday was July 2nd. We had a big bash to celebrate the day, and Henry seemed to have a great time. He entertained guests with his rendition of Da-Da-Noing, held them in breathless anticipation as he studied and mauled his birthday cake (although he never really ate any), jumped in his above ground pool (relax ... it's one of those plastic baby pools!) and got antsy as we opened all of his presents. A great time was had by all. Enjoy the pictures ... the second one is Henry in his red wagon, a birthday present from Mommy and Daddy!

Two days later, our nation celebrated its birthday. The weather wasn't nearly as good. Actually, it rained. It rained a lot. It was really heartening, though, to see all the folks around us that showed up for the Fourth of July parade. We all got wet, we all had umbrellas or slickers or windbreakers (or all of the above), but many of the folks in the parade did not. It was great to show our support for our neighborhood and our country (I know, all we did was stand in the rain ... but it was still nice).

Henry's trip to Calgary











Photo courtesy of James M. Thornburg

Thanks uncle James! I thought this little trip was supposed to be a secret! Okay, the secret's out ... Henry is getting quite big, and his appetite has not waned in the slightest. Our apologies to the fine citizens of Calgary for any pain and suffering Henry may have caused.

Mobile Henry

No, I'm not talking about a handheld version of Henry that you can take everywhere with you. I'm talking about a Henry that can get around. He's moving, friends, and that means that baby gates are up, kitties are nervous, and parents are having mini heart attacks every twenty minutes or so. Here's where Henry has been lately. Click on them to view them full size.



Henry at Busch Gardens, posing and down for the count.


















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At the beach with Gramma Schmidt (not pictured), and at Race for the Cure (check out the shirt: adorable!) Both of his Columbus Grammas (actually, Gramma and Grammy) are breast cancer survivors. Daddy ran the 5k with uncle Jonna, and Henry strollered the 1 mile fun walk.














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These pics are in Dayton. On the left, his pal Camden is trying to get three points for the takedown. Henry resists, and scores a point for himself. On the right, Henry's first "popsicle", a frozen strawberry bar.













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Henry loves the water. Here's an action shot in his new swimming pool (thank you Grammy Bob!) and a little craziness in the bath.

Henry's big week

Last week was HUGE for Mr. Henry. He started the week just starting to rock back and forth on his hands and knees and just started thinking about table food. Up to now, Henry had been refusing to crawl with headstrong fortitude that is only customary and expected from Sarah's and my child. We found him sitting up in the crib on Sunday, which totally freaked us out (how did he DO that?), which necessitated us changing his crib out of "newborn" mode and into "infant/toddler" mode, ensuring that he wouldn't fall out if he stood up. The very next morning, he greeted us by singing sweetly into the monitor. We opened the door to see him STANDING in the crib, grinning from ear to ear. HOLY CRAP! One more day of newborn-styley crib would have found a very adventurous Henry on the floor of his bedroom.

He also decided that crawling was his thing. He got sick and tired of not being able to get to things that he wanted to play with / maul / eat. So he just started it up. He is still a much bigger fan of walking, but will crawl if he has to. Speaking of walking, he's getting around quite easily as long as he can hold on to something (usually Mommy's or Daddy's hand) with one hand, leaving the other free to cause havoc. He's a quick little dude!

And he figured out that he could feed himself, and digs on some new foods. He's now eating all kinds of berries (loves raspberries ... another Grandpa Henry -and Grandma Peg- homage, methinks), digs on cantaloupe, loves hummos (who knew?), and routinely chomps on Cheerios and crackers with his front two bottom teeth. There's still some baby food in the mix, but not too much.

The capper for the week is that we all walked or ran in Race for the Cure, the proceeds going to fight breast cancer. Henry strollered, proudly wearing a shirt with the embroidered message "I race for my Grandmas". Grammy Bob and Grandma Thornburg are both survivors, and both participated.

On the first day of teething ...

My Henry gave to me, One Frustrated, Fussy Baby! Henry is in the throes of erupting his first tooth, and I must say he's doing a great job gutting through the pain. He has lost his smile, but isn't crying all that much. Last night, we were thrust back into the realm of sleepless nights, but he only fully awoke once, from 1 to 2 in the morning. Both Sarah and I took a shot at calming him, but eventually it was the Tylenol that did the trick.

Spring is coming, so we will be filling this teething time with exciting trips to the park, the wind in Henry's hair, and sun screening through the large bare trees that line our street. The first trip to the park was experienced yesterday (sans Daddy, by the way), and a good time was had by all.

Now let's get this tooth to erupt!

Yay for Henry!

That's right, sports fans, check out the pictures ... Henry is clapping. It's official ... clapping. It started out as leg smacking, then table smacking, then random smacking of other objects, but we have graduated to full-blown hand smacking! And he thinks it's hysterical ... he'll start clapping, we'll egg him on a little bit, and it's on! (Thanks to Aunt Sarah for the Sweet-Yo pics)

He has also decided that it's time to start standing up. He didn't go for that whole crawling thing, and he couldn't stand laying on his tummy ("tummy time," so to speak) but he is very interested in pulling himself up on furniture (or his parents) and hanging out. He's just starting to figure out that if he picks up and moves his feet, he actually goes somewhere! Which is, by the way, his primary motivation. You can see him target something, the mental gears start whirring, and he's after it. All he can do, though, is reach and lean over. Reach and lean over. And whimper a little bit so that Mom or Dad will come along and push it close enough so that he can get it. The (parent) training has begun!

Ouch! Ear infection!

What a terrible March! After finishing the antibiotics for his pneumonia, Henry woke up on Monday with an ear infection. Of course, his rookie parents had no idea what it was. He was fussy, but not all that bad, until he got to day care. He was out of sorts all morning, then Daddy scooped in to rescue him. We braved the downpour to make it to the doctor's office, where Dr. Williams put him on 10 more days of antibiotics!

He's now on Augmentin for the infection, and Florostor for the diarrhea that the drugs have brought on. We're thinking of putting him on a third drug to counteract the taste of the Florocor, but we'd probably have to find a fourth drug to counteract the third drug.

Ugh! Sorry, bubs ... hopefully your next March isn't so bad ...

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!

NEW-monia!

Ah, Henry has contracted his second illness that has a name. First it was the dreaded bronchiolitis, now it is pneumonia. Henry started with a fever last Wednesday, which got him an early ticket home from daycare. Sarah and I tag-teamed watching him on Thursday, but the fever wouldn't go down. As a precaution against it being an ear infection, we took him to the doctor, who told us that his ears looked great (Yeah!) but one lung had some water (Drats!). They gave him a shot and 10-day prescription for the malady, and sent us on our way. Gramma came to visit from Florida (what timing, right?) and spent the day with the Prince on Friday. Saturday has proven to be a much better day for Henry, but he's still a bit grouchy and really fights going to sleep. He's not sleeping well at night either. He was up 4 times on Thursday night, and once last night.

That's him crying right now! More later ...

Happy Valentines' Day!

Yes, I realize that we're over two weeks past Valentines' Day, but Sarah and I have been in a total timewarp the last two weeks. I'll get to that in a minute. Our little Cupid (pictured on right) was a total team player on VDay, taking an extended nap through dinner so that his Mommy and Daddy could enjoy Bravo's takeout, drink water in wine glasses, and break out the fine china (which, by the way, is neither fine nor china). A great dinner was followed by an equally scrumptious dessert of chocolate gelato (not as good as in Italy, but not too shabby) topped with raspberries.

Then, instead of posting these awesome pictures (for the rest, go here), Sarah and I:

• had our basement waterproofed: this entails big dudes with jackhammers hanging out in our house for a week ... good work, but stressful on the homeowners.
• got food poisoning: YUCK! Sarah went down hard and fast, and it lingered naggingly with me.
• did a bunch of school stuff: OSU for me, Annenberg for Sarah.
• hung out with the Prince: this really is the number one bullet, but I take it for granted that I spend every minute possible with this guy.
• tried to keep our day jobs: paying the bills is important.

Henry is doing great! He dances a bit like Elvis, and we're working on his routine to "Heartbreak Hotel". Of course, he can't stand on his own yet, so he needs a little help from his Dad to get through it. He digs sitting up, reaching for stuff, and putting it in his mouth. Standard kidzo stuff.

Graduations

Henry has graduated past all kinds of things since the beginning of the New Year. January ushered in his new life as a card-carrying member of the Lambs at "school". He no longer hangs out with the Cherubs. He is a full-blown-solid-foods-eating machine, having tackled broccoli, peaches, pears, plums (and oh, do we remember plums), yams, squash, carrots, oatmeal, barley, rice cereal, and applesauce.

He has graduated past his baby tub for baths, and now swims in the ocean of the "big boy" bathtub ... that's right, he's takin' big boy baths now. He still kicks like crazy, and now he slaps the water. And there's a lot more water now.

He is also sitting up like a champo, but still tips every once in awhile. The next big step is crawling ... he has figured out that he does not like to be stationery, but hasn't quite figured out the muscle work to be mobile. Here it comes, though ...

Our family walk

We are enjoying very unusual weather for January. Today's high temperature was 60 degrees, so we took a family walk! I busted home from work to get some daylight for the big event, and we took the stroller out of mothballs. Who woulda thunk it? It is unbelieveably strange to push the stroller and see how big Henry is, when I'm used to seeing him in his infant seat. He's sitting up like a big boy, and all I see now when I push him is the back of his head. Which is now full of hair.

So Mommy, Daddy, Henry, and Teddy traversed the neighborhood for about an hour. We saw the sunset, and picked up socks that he kicked off (more than once). Not a very exciting walk, but a welcome reprieve from winter.

Christmas Break

Before I go into the craziness of this break, I have to start by saying that getting time off to hang out with Henry and Sarah has been incredible. He is changing so fast, and we have both hung on his every gasp, short, and fart. Here are our pictures of Christmas 2005. That being said ...

It has been an absolute whirlwind since Sarah and I both buttoned up our respective careers for 2005 and got ready for the holidays. We were both off starting on December 20th, and have had far less rest and relaxation than we thought we would.

To kick things off, Henry was diagnosed with bronchiolitis. It's not as bad as it sounds: it means that a virus has enflamed Henry's bronchioles, and he has a "chest rattle." Very common in babies. It means, though, that we have to give him a treatment every four hours of Albuterol, which is an inhaler. Babies don't take to inhalers well, though, so we had to buy a breathing chamber attachment (Shannon, why don't you tell everyone what you thought it looked like?)Henry has been pretty OK with it, and is just as happy as ever.

For Christmas, all of our family was in town. Bryan, Sarah, and my Mom all stayed with me. We decided to have a very traditional Christmas Eve lunch of Tommy's pizza, which made us all deathly ill on Christmas Day. There was a lot of unpleasantness which I don't really want to write about or think about any more.

After Christmas, we emerged from our cave and tried to visit all of the relatives that we missed. We saw Sarah's Grandma Fleming in Xenia, and caught up with the Williamseses in Strongsville.

Santa brought Henry a mound of toys, a new Honda Accord, and a bag for his iPod. We pick the Accord up Monday or Tuesday (1/2 or 1/3). My RSX, dubbed Supercar, has to be traded in so that some other budding family or driving maniac can enjoy it. Can we please have a moment for Supercar? The good news is that the new car will have an iPod jack (because doesn't everything in life revolve around iPods?)

Merry Christmas, all! Or, please fill in the blank for whatever occasion that you are celebrating at this moment. Or in the last week.

Is that a syllable I hear?

Henry started moving his jaw up and down over the weekend (think of a very cute baby version of Frankenstein from the nose down). We thought that was pretty cool, but then Henry upped the ante and figured out if he talked while attempting this new jaw movement, out came .... NEW SOUNDS! He now is saying "ra ra ra", "wa wa wa" and things such as that. It is very cool, if I do say so myself.

He is also going absolutely nutso on the Exersaucer (thank you to our benefactors Chris and Kim for that gem). He is bouncing, spinning, and is enthralled with all of the toys thoughtfully placed in arms reach around the saucer. This is by far the toy of choice right now, keeping him quite content for quite a while.

Christmas tree and pictures


We went out to get Henry's first Christmas tree, and it was a blast! Here is a pic of Sarah and Henry getting into the action. We went to our normal place, and cut down a winner! Bryan has deemed it an ecologically and environmentally sound practice, informing us that we were taking part in "selective logging".

We celebrated Asia's first birthday party that night, got up the next morning, and did our traditional Christmas picture. This time we did it at our house, because Dad's living room was a train wreck because he hadn't finished his delicate surgery on the monstrosity of a tree that they had picked out. Here's a pic of Asia and Henry.

Unfortunately, the family picture turned out with Bryan being all fuzzy. Sarah was a bit fuzzy too. Damn camera. Maybe a bit of Photoshop, or Dad's pictures, will fix it.

Hello, Great-Grandpa Henry!


Henry finally met his namesake, Henry Louis Schmidt, Jr. , and the Artist Formerly known as Little Henry. We went down to Florida to visit my Mom and Papa Schmidt. The whole family (all of Mom's sibs) took the opportunity to get together, see the baby, and put together an impromptu Schmidt reunion.

I have some more pictures here.

It was really great to see everyone. The Schmidt family has literally flung themselves to the four corners of the country, and we don't get to see each other as often as we might like. And we sure don't get to see everyone together. Some of my cousins couldn't make it, which was sad, but the stalwart combatants that made the trip had a grand time.

Damn you, plums!

Just kidding, I have no qualms against plums, but someone should have warned us. Someone should have warned us that plums would turn Henry's hind end into a cannon. He pooped 7 times today. Here's a deep dive into this morning ...

Sarah needed to get to work early, so I took over the morning bottle before taking Henry to daycare. He got about 3/4 of his bottle down, and started playing a bit with the bottle, signaling that he was done. I sat him up to burp, and burps came out of his mouth... along with about half of what he had drank. He tagged my shirt, my pants, the couch, and his entire outfit. We went upstairs so Daddy could change, and then we were playing a bit before it was off to daycare. In the midst of this, Henry got a determined look on his face, and there was some rumbling downstairs. We waited a bit to make sure he was done, and Round 2 powered through his diaper.

I took him in to get changed, and the poop was EVERYWHERE! It was halfway down his pants (on the inside), up on his chest, everywhere. We did a Harry Houdini to get his shirt off without getting poop on his head! In the end, it was a disaster. I had to give him a sponge bath on the spot. I was so flustered by all of this that I forgot to take his bottles to daycare and had to go back and get them.

He pooped through two outfits at daycare, pooped three more times at home before his bath, and once in his bath. My money says he's pooping right now in his crib, but he's too pooped to give a poop. That's a lot of poop.

In related news, he pooped that Yellow Submarine outfit on Saturday. Plums were not the culprit on this one -- it was apple juice. On this fine day, Henry snapped a two-day pooping drought much to the chagrin of Beatles fans everywhere. On this less-than-somber occasion, Sarah and I opened up the diaper and just laughed. Henry didn't think this was enough, though. He turned on the fountain, so I had to deflect it for literally 20 seconds. 20 seconds of my hand being peed on. It was a potty humor smorgasbord. Am I going to miss all this disgusting crap?