Happy 1st Birthday Henry!

One year. This year: this year, Henry has brought so much fun and love into our home. He is a cuddly little monster. Even his burgeoning fits of temper are pretty stinkin cute. He is so busy and curious and mobile, and if he is awake, he is ON. Baby Godzilla. How I love him. And so chatty! Not a sensible word as yet, but we have held many meaningful, in-depth conversations - his babbles have a lot more interest to me than, well...most coherent conversations. Smitten. We all are!

Here's some things about Henry:

Milestones:

• First tooth: 6mo
• Rolled: 4mo
• First camping trip: 6mo 
• Crawled: 7mo
• Walked: 10.5mo
• First swim: 3 weeks
• First clap: today! He clapped today! All that birthday celebrating did it!

That felt a little braggy. How about this one:

• Started sleeping through the night: never. He will never sleep through the night.
• Bonks on the head: like a thousand. He is extremely tip-able.
• Foods that he likes more than breast milk: 0 

Some of his interests include:

• Rocking in his little rocking chair
• Wrestling with his siblings
• Dancing, even if just to the rhythm of the dishwasher
• Bath time and water in general
• Bacon
• Remotes
• Getting anyone to chase him (at least half the allure of the remotes)
• Drawers, drawers, lids
• Activities way beyond his abilities - if he sees brother or sister doing it, he wants to do it! Does not like being left out.
• Welcoming home anyone that walks through the door - he has a very keen ear, and a wonderful shriek of delight. Makes you feel like a million bucks.

So what can I say? We'll keep him.

A Year In The Life:

What a fun year!
(For an even bigger throwback, the video from 4 days after he was born: http://themunionfamily.blogspot.com/2016/04/henry.html

Little side note: you always hear the transition from two kids to three is the hardest. I get that - not enough hands, more chaos. But I love being the mother of three - I feel so much more confident and have more faith than I did the first go around. I like that when the baby is up every 90 minutes at night, or throwing lots of fits, or whatever it is, that I know it is a phase and that it will end. Also, the cute baby things, I know will be grown out of, so I savor them more. There is more baby-talk, more cuddles, more stroller walks. Dave and I have loved, relished this little baby. Haggard and sleep-deprived that we are.

 We love you Mr. Cute!