He likes to be naked.
He likes his binky.
He likes to roam around the backyard (naked) while Dad mows the lawn.
He likes to read books. “Buck, Mama, buck!” He’ll say as he presents me with a book and tries to wiggle into my lap, regardless of what I happen to be doing. And yes, his pronunciation of “buck” rhymes with that other word that is spelled almost exactly the same way.
Tell Henry thank you and he’ll respond with a hearty “Wekkum!” In fact, if you are so impolite as to not thank him he will shower you with wekkums until you thank him.
He goes to bed every single night at 7pm on the dot and sleeps until 8am without bothering a soul. He’s such an excellent sleeper, in fact, that when he is heard stirring around in his crib Mom and Dad race to his room because they want to be the first to greet him.
This boy. Oh, this boy. He is just so deliciously devilicious. He’s into everything. Always up to something. A wild man, a maniac, a sweetheart.
Here is a peek at the life and times of Hank The Tank throughout the month of July:
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