Oh, little guy. Where do I begin? We’ve all been through a lot over these past few months what with moving from Utah to Pennsylvania, but you have probably weathered it better than all of us. You are a little trooper. As long as you’ve got Daddy, Mama or Violet in your line of vision, you’re a happy dude.
The single most common comment we get about you is What a little grinner he is! You are always smiling. Always. It can be three in the morning and you wake up hungry yet the minute I peep over the edge of crib you grin as if you just won the lottery. Listen dude, if you can smile while beholding what I look like at three in the morning you are aces, forever.
Sometimes, like now, I’ll be typing on my computer next to you and you’re just doing your Henry thing, I’ll pause to look at you and the minute you see me looking at you, you flash those pinky gums as hard as you can. Oh my. True love forever, kid.
It’s just like they say, I couldn’t quite imagine exactly who you would be before you were born and now I can’t imagine life without you. You zoomed to earth, fitting right into the Henry-sized hole in our little family.
We were certain that you were going to be a terror. It’s just the way karma works, you know? Your big sister, Violet is a terrific kid, so we figured we were in for it with you. We braced ourselves for all night crying sessions, long, sleepless days filled with fussing… The works. But I’ll be damned if you aren’t a better baby than your sister was.
However. I can see that eventually you’ll probably be more of a handful than Violet. Take this morning for instance. You turned five months old yesterday and you’re already trying to crawl. Dad put you down next to me and you immediately whipped onto your stomach, tucked your knees under your chest and began trying to spring at me. You’d waggle your little backside in the air to pick up momentum and then BOING! You’d launch at me like Superman. Except you’d fall on your face.
Each time you realized that you couldn’t make your limbs do what you wanted you’d roar in frustration and try it again. I was laughing so hard at what a determined little feller you are but you weren’t having any of it. You kept trying over and over and over again until I forced you to stop because you were making yourself so mad.
Hank, you are my beautiful, guy. I have always dreamed of having a little boy and here you are. Better than I could ever have imagined. I can’t wait to cheer you on from the sidelines of your life, watching you learn and grow and become the person you want to be.
The other night I just marveled at what an awesome boy you are and, as I cuddled you to my chest, I talked out loud, telling you how unbelievably lucky I am to get to be your mama. Because I am your mama forever. Nothing can ever change that. No matter what happens I will always be your mama and you and your sister will always, always be my babies. Thank you. Oh yeah. Grow some hair wouldja?
P.S. Below are some of my favorite photos of the first five months of your life. And there aren’t just a few. We moms have a tough time eliminating photos of our babies. So if this turns into a version of watching your aunt’s slide show from her vacation to Arizona last winter, apologies. But I had a lot of catching up to do. In the future we’ll streamline this business.