What a fun time we're having watching our kids grow. I read today something about appreciating each day with your children, as the next day they are just a bit older and you can never get the previous day back. Of course we all know this, but it was a good reminder that I needed to hear.
Henry is exploring everything. He gets mad when I take something away that he wants or when I stop him in his tracks on his way to something new. He stands momentarily now without holding on to anything, so he's finding his balance. He still cruises like it's none of your business, and is so fast crawling all around! He enjoys trying all sorts of new foods and eats anything (almost!) that we are eating as a family. He prefers to feed himself and will grab at the spoon if someone else is trying to feed him. He puts his hands together like a clap for 'more' and shakes his hands back and forth up in the air for 'all done.' He says Dada, Daddy, and Claire. It is SO difficult to change his diaper. Sometimes he will lay still if I give him something new and interesting to look at, but sometimes that doesn't even work. Don't worry, we still change him! ;) He is skipping his afternoon nap lately, which makes for a tired boy before 7:30 bedtime. I have to put him down at the first hint of tiredness in the morning for him to get up in time and be tired again at afternoon nap time. That is difficult to do any day that we leave the house, so we just try our best. Henry is still a laid back baby and as happy as ever.
I love it when he nurses, it's our special time (though sometimes I'm so tired I fall asleep with him!). He still curls his little legs up while he sleeping-nurses. Every time he does it I think about how he's still my baby and he will be a little boy soon. I love it when he giggles or gives me his big smile. I love it when he sits still long enough to read a book (not often!). I love it when he grabs onto me or my clothes when I'm carrying him around (as if to hold on for dear life!). I love it when he smiles and laughs while playing with Claire. I love it when he gives me big, sloppy, wet, baby kisses. I love it when he looks out the window and watches for Daddy and says "Dada" or "Daddy." I love it when we play airplane together and fly to Spain or China or Germany or the occasional Florida. I love it when he reaches for me and almost dives into my arms (even after I've been holding him all day and I'd really like a break!). I love my baby boy so much. I can't even imagine the Father's love for him and for us all...my love for my children is so great, but imperfect - I'm a selfish being. If I love them so unconditionally, how much greater does God love them and me, for His love is perfect and He is always unselfish.
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