A Young Hugh Hefner...

Henry got this terry cloth smoking robe from Grammy Judy. I am not sure if there is supposed to be bottoms for it or what the deal is exactly, but Henry is free as the breeze in this thing. As you can see, the photo has been slightly manipulated to obscure his bits and pieces. The look on his face is priceless. It's like he knows he's being mildly exploited for our amusement and he doesn't like it.

Here's another good one. The other day Henry was digging around in his little toy box and really had his heart set on a peek-a-block way in the corner on the bottom. He kept a-reachin' and a- stretchin' and then his feet would leave the ground and he would teeter back and forth. He never quite got that peek-a-block but I could not help but admire his tenacity and zeal.

He is getting just plain dangerous with his constantly pulling himself up to a standing position. He hasn't figured out what to do after he is standing, which has resulted in many bumps and bruises.