in the past week we've entered into a new world of independent huckle, and i love love love it, until we're up at 11 pm bouncing to the break of my sanity because "no, mama, i don't wanna go to sleep now!" and also, "no mama, i don't wanna eat anymore, but instead i will stretch my back like a slinky in all the ways that make your heart jump from your chest. because i am a big boy now, so watch me touch the floor with my hands while you try to hold me in your lap, and i'll giggle until i hiccup while you tickle under my chin." this is the stage of henry's life that i would live in forever if i could trap it in a glass box, and we would sing and dance with daddy while he serenades us with garth brooks' "the river", until mama takes over the last chorus and daddy whispers in his ear, "why does mommy always take over daddy's solos?" but we giggle anyways, because mama's version is always choreographed and is never ever on tune.
h gives great big enthusiastic kisses now, often with mouth wide open and always with tongue. but his face turns extra serious before his lips find ours, and he grabs our hair, our ears, or our clothes until we get close enough to lick. we get in line when he's in the mood to offer up his juiciest kisses - first daddy. now mama! daddy wants another one! now mama, again! mama, again. and then, he's done with all mention of kisses, and we're off to find the next thing to taste. lately his first choice is our cell phones, but of course cell phones are only for mama and daddy, so he plays instead with henry's cell phone or any number of colorful plastic apparati (apparatuses?) that now speckle every square inch of our home.
at night, after his bath, we teeter on a very thin slice of happy that lasts only as long as sir henry can stand it. we all (except henry) stay on our tip top behaviors while we try in vain to bottle the bedtime magic, involving down-to-the-minute timing and perfect execution of bath, then diaper, then lotion, then 'jamas. and if all calculates to perfection, then prayers and books. we watch with keen eyes at the clock, because this is a terribly complicated formula. one which we have, thus far, utterly failed to calculate just right. and when success strikes, it is always impossible to replicate. but for the last three nights, this is what gets us through:
through the ages: 1 month, 2 months, 3 months, 4 months, and 5 months.
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