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Dear Henry,

This month has been crazy for me, and I'm not being a very good mommy or mommy blogger. I've been phone-ing it in all month, using easy video clips, and not really talking about your days. I'm sorry and I hope to be better next month. I thought starting my own business would mean less work, and more free time, but its quite the opposite. Things need to change. I see you less, we play less, and when we're together I think about when I'm going to get to my desk next. I vowed, since you're my one and only, I would never take you for granted and that I would cherish everyday. Lately I feel I've failed you. Right now, I'm going to make you a promise to make your 22nd month the best yet.

The cute new thing you are doing this month is taking your "blankie" with you when you get out of bed. You like to put it up to your face to maybe smell it, and then stick your two fingers in your mouth. Its so dang cute. As soon as you grab your blankie, your fingers go right in. You're trained very well. You talk constantly, and I can understand about 75% of what you say. We're almost having conversations.

We still are having frustrations in getting you into your car seat. You really hate it, and you say "I don't want to", but letting you have your sippy cup during this time helps. You also don't like to come in the house after being outside. I can hear you crying upstairs right now because Daddy just brought you in. The other one that is really frustrating you're papa and I, is that you WILL NOT eat out at a restaurant these days. You will not get in a high chair, you will not sit in a booster, you must have your own seat and chair. We've left every restaurant we've been to, early, without eating for the last month or so. The only thing I can think to do is keep trying. Only once a week though, these days. Thank goodness for delivery!

All in all pumpkin, you are really a sweet little booger. You're learning "please" and "sorry" and there's nothing cuter. For the most part you still have everyone outside our immediate family snowed with thinking your the sweetest baby, which you are, just not always. I'll perpetuate your myth till the day I die.

Kisses Bookie,
Mama