I tried to coax Henry into putting on one of his remarkable and elegant ensembles and he would have nothing of it. He just wanted to lounge around the house in his sweats today and take it easy.
Earlier this evening, in a major dietary breakthrough, Henry gobbled up the pears like a famished lumberjack. Following the advice of Grandma Judester, we decided to try pears and peaches and sweeter fruits like that. We have no photographic evidence of this milestone. It just kinda happened and we were beside ourselves. Glorious.
Something that really strikes me lately is how bad Henrys burps smell. He does 'man-burps' now - and they smell like the slop sink in a mexican cottage cheese factory. Wicked stuff, I tell ya.
Here is a photo of his ravaged legs from the shots the other day.
2 comments:
Those man burps sound foul and mighty. Good job achieving maximum stinkatude, Henry!
Shots suck for everyone!!! I have to leave the room when E gets hers. Even still, I end up crying when I go back in and and the little lady breaks through her trears with a big, cheesy smile as soon as she sees me. Mommie is a total wuss!
Being the nurse that gives the shots has to be a real crappy gig. All day long you make babies cry.
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