Henry is 17 months old today. I am quite upset about it. That seems much older than 16 months. 16 months is so close to 15 months, which is still a baby. 17 months is so close to 18 months, which is more of a toddler. Here is the brown-eyed, blond-haired 17 month old.

He is so precious, and so busy. A typical day for Henry includes:
7:20 - Wake up, tell Mommy "hi" when I come in to get him and then ask for Daddy. Drinks his milk (warmed up for 22 seconds in the microwave. Anything else is not acceptable and will be greeted with a stern head shaking back and forth to tell me no.) Starts causing trouble, opening drawers in the bathroom that have child locks on them, asking for my hairbrush to comb his hair, trying to go wake Jack up, etc.
8:00 - Eats breakfast with Jack. As of last week, he doesn't like much of anything for breakfast, but he has settled on yogurt as a good choice to start his day.
After breakfast to lunch - Plays, climbs on things, runs around and yells with Jack. Favorite toys right now are his Little People animals and barns, shape sorters, cars and trucks, balls and books. He has also started to demand a playmate most of the time. He runs up to you, sits down and then pats the floor next to him to inform you it's time to play.
11:30 - Lunch
1:00 - Nap. About a month or so ago he started sleeping with his trusty sidekick Mickey Mouse.
4:15 - This is usually the latest I'll let him sleep and I have to wake him up pretty much every day.
Play outside until supper. He loves the water table, swing set, eating strawberries from our garden, throwing rocks, running away from me into the cul-de-sac, throwing balls and sidewalk chalk.
6:00 - Supper. His favorite time during supper is when we pray before we eat. If we are aren't praying quickly enough for him, he holds his hands out to Jack and Nathan to tell them it's time to start. He loves the hand holding part. Then he claps when we're done and wants to do it again.
7:15 - Bath time and up to bed with Daddy. He very much prefers Nathan over me when it comes to bedtime. He also loves running from his room to the bathroom with his hoody towel on. Each night he stops at the balcony to wave to Jack and I downstairs. He's usually in bed by 8 but isn't asleep until about 9. Yes, he chews on his crib... if you're wondering about the bite marks in the pictures.


Here are the boys, I love this picture -- that they are hugging and smiling, and that they're both holding their stuffed animals.

Jack wanted me to write about his breakfast so all the grandmas would know about it. He was very excited that I put his whipped cream and sprinkles on his yogurt and granola this morning. And to top it off, he got cotton candy milk in a foot glass. Very special.