Buddies

Henry has been getting bored with just Mom & I hanging all over him all the time. So he invited his buddy Luke over for a visit. Luke is like five weeks older than Henry but they still have a lot in common and love goofing around with one another. I wish I knew what they were thinking.

Bundled Up

I will be darned if Lil' Henry isn't the greatest. So I wanted to take the little fella out for an evening stroll and the Mrs. insists that he be dressed appropriately for this brisk weather. I had to bundle him up pretty good before she gave us the green light. This is his first piece of camoflouge clothing and I think he looks rather handsome. Although I remarked to Momma that the mittens kind of gave him the look of a handless burn victim. If you look closely at the photo there is a wet spot in the general area of the "ESO" in Minnesota on my sweatshirt. That is from Henry slobbering on me during our walk.

Henry James Johnson: The Genuine Article

Henry can bring a level of sophistication and elegance to a pair of footie pajamas that is rarely seen in today's world, as the photo on the right clearly illustrates.

He had his eight week check up last Friday and all is well. He weighed in at a solid 10 lbs. 4oz. and 23 1/2 inches long. The doctor also stated that he had an unusually large fontanelle. That's my boy!

Henry is also getting much better at smiling and cooing. Just look at the picture. He is happy.

Momma has decided to begin weaning Henry from the breast milk to the formula. Henry told me in private that he doesn't like the formula as much but that he supports her decision.


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Henry is smiling and what have you...

Using the elaborate language of baby speak we have been able to coax a few smiles out of Henry. It has been challenging trying to capture a smile with the camera but here is the best one yet...and now that I look at it closer it is a half smile at best or possibly even a sneer. Yep.

We are also proud to introduce our new line of homemade iron-on onesies. Henry has graciously agreed to accept a postition as spokes model for our new fall line in exchange for an unlimited supply of mother's milk and diapers. Is it me or does he look like he is trying to gouge out his own eyeball? That is hardcore.

The Search for Quality Daycare Continues...

Yesterday evening momma and I went to another unlicensed in-home daycare lady. During the course of the interview Henry decided to drop a little bass and let out one of his signature 30 second farts which are usually accompanied by a very confused look. Absolutely priceless. Says momma, "Just like his daddy."

I haven't had time for any new elaborate photo shoots recently but here is one of about 1,000 pictures we have of the little tiger sleeping.

In the bath and at the movies...

As you can see, Henry does alot of his best thinking in the tub. Seriously, the guy really loves bath time. Also submitted, for your entertainment, are the following two movie reviews by Dad and Henry as Ebert and Roper:

As a new parent you spend alot of time just lounging around with the baby. This has provided an excellent opportunity to catch up on watching movies. It has also served as Henrys first exposure to world of cinema. The other day I saw a VHS copy of Teen Wolf at the Unique Thrift Store on Rice Street for $2.60. I felt that the value was there and it had been quite a spell since I had seen the film so I made the investment. Michael J. Fox was riding the crest of Back to the Future and decided to parlay that success into a werewolf comedy. The entire film is entertaining and the cinematography is second to none. The scenes where he is "surfing" on top of the van and doing flips for no apparent reason are my favorite. Dad = "Two Thums Up... WAY UP!!!" Henry = "Two Thumbs Up! Mike Fox at his utter apex."

We also dug into the Smokey & The Bandit Pursuit Pack. Again, I thought the entire Smokey trilogy in one convenient package - with the special features - was bargain at $9.99. On top of that, neither me or Henry had seen part 3. Now, everyone knows Burt Reynolds has the midas touch when it comes to putting together a winning movie. Sprinkle in the whimsy and humor of actor / country crooner Jerry Reed and this is a no brainer. This is a simple formula that was utterly destroyed in part 3. Burt Reynolds isn't even in the movie. It was just weird. Not only was it not Burt Reynolds, it was former sidekick Jerry Reed dressed up as the Bandit with a crappy moustache with black shoe polish in it. I turned it off after ten minutes. This is Hollywood's dirty little secret. Director Dick Lowry did the entire frickin' film industry a disservice by trashing what was a beautiful movie franchise. Up until this point Henry had showed little emotion. But I think he could sense my disgust after watching this filth. This is a picture of him immediately after watching part 3... in a photo simply titled, "Innocence Lost".


Now I have to dread the day when my son will say 'Daddy, Daddy why isn't Burt Reynolds in part 3?' I don't have an answer to that question...