Month 19 Archives

Dear Henry,

I have to apologize that I'm late on this post. You turned 19 months yesterday, but there has been a lot going on around here and I forgot. Yes, I forgot about your birthday. I know, I would be incredibly upset if someone forgot mine, but I'm human and make mistakes. I'll make it up to you. You can have fudge-cicles for dinner tonight.

Also, I don't have a new picture of you either so I had to dig through the archives. I like this one because you are so chubby in it, and it reminds me of what a beautiful day it was. We were having lunch at a restaurant on Lake Minnetonka, and eating club sandwiches with Gammy and Gpa Jack. It was so warm and sunny, and I remember I forgot to bring sunscreen for you, but you were fine. Its days like today, where the temperature is hoovering around zero, that make you appreciate days like that one in May where spring has just arrived and the days are warm and a bit lazy.

This past month has been interesting yet again. You cried when we left you with a babysitter. That was a first. You have been wanting to come to me, instead of Daddy. That's also a first and I'm not quite used to it. I secretly liked being left alone to lounge on the couch in any position at my leisure. Now I have to share with you, and quite frankly, you're a bit of a couch hog. Speaking of, you watched your first movie the other night. Well first that you actually sat through almost the whole thing....not Cars...no, not Jungle Book....it was Legally Blonde 2, Red, White, and Blonde. To your credit, the movie is filled with all kinds of different dogs, (your favorite animal so far) and you're not alone in your crush on Miss Reese Witherspoon. Your papa would leave me for her in a second.

Seems like you talk a little more than most of the other kids we're around that are your age. Which is hard to believe considering the debilitating shyness your father and I suffer from. (cough) You're putting some words together like "Hi Dada," "I see you," and my personal favorite "Drive safe." You can even say Palmer's name now - "Parmar." Too cute. We'll soon be having life changing conversations about whether or not there is such a thing as too much garlic, or why the Twins just won't resign Johann Santana, or even who you like in the Kentucky Derby. But in the mean time, stick with gaa-gaa-goo-goo as long you'd like. I know what you mean.

Loves, Mama (PS - I drove safe today, even though there were like, a million roll-overs because of the inch of snow we got yesterday.)