Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Month 17 Archives

Hanky Poo,

Its amazing what a little boy you are. You're so grown up. You wear jeans, and regular shirts like big boys. There aren't many more outfits you wear with snaps. You're Dad is so thankful. You like to watch a few TV shows now too. For instance, you're watching Barney right now and have given me 15 minutes of peace. Praise Barney. You also are starting to dig Elmo (I can't wait to show you what you're getting for Christmas!) and you are into the Teletubbies. I remember before I had you, I heard parents complaining about watching Barney and Teletubbies, etc... And I thought that I would just not let you watch that stuff, then you'd never figure out who they were and then there would be no problems. Well, I'll probably eat these words one day, but I'm diggin' on Barney, the Tubbies don't bother me either, and I think I love Elmo more than you. Its fun, and its fun to watch you laugh and get excited when you see them.

I was thinking about some of the things you like to play with....toothbrush, wooden screw driver...they seem fairly normal. But I'll keep it a secret that you like to walk around with my eyeliner and blush brushes. I just assume you think its a pencil and paint brush and its your artistic sides coming out.

The shoes are a non-issue now! You'll wear whatever we put on your feet. The secret was to start with socks, and once you got used to them, the shoes were no problem. The only challenge involving footwear these days, is finding ones that fit on your thick feet. Not wide, but thick. There aren't very many that can stretch enough to get your dogs in there. I remember cousin Cody had the same problem, and he's got normal feet now, so you should be fine. Whew. We were all so concerned. Jeez to have such problems.

You're uncle Derek and new auntie Chris got married this past weekend. You were the ring bearer. You got to wear a tuxedo for the first time, and I've never seen anyone so handsome. Well, except for your papa. In the days leading up to your big moment of walking down the aisle I wasn't worried about whether or not you'd do it, it more about how many times you'd stop and say hi to all the guests. You're nothing if not a ham. But when the time came, one second before it was you're cue, you melted down and refused to go. I looked down the aisle and saw the flower girl coming, but you were no where to be seen. I felt so disappointed and I was so mad at myself for feeling that way. You're just little, it was too much to expect from you, but I thought I really knew you and your love of attention. Then during the ceremony, we paused to remember those that have passed before us, and they said your brother's name. And I cried and remembered how lucky we are to have you, and I didn't care if you walked down the aisle or not or if you ever did anything at all or not. I am so proud of you and so happy to tell everyone that you're my baby! After the ceremony was over and Derek and Chris walked back down the aisle, you popped a sucker in your mouth and strutted down that aisle like you were the bees knees. That was my first, real, truly proud moment.

Your Huckleberry, Mama

1 comment:

gina. said...

oh henry, you ARE such a big boy. i can't believe it. tell your mama i love the teletubbies too. barney was a harder love for me but addison and i still sing some of the songs and we're always watching little bear or franklin even when annie isn't looking. it's hard not to when you see how much it lights you little kiddies up, or like your mama says, gives us 15 minutes...

love you so much and have a great thanksgiving, love,
auntie gina