And Scene.... (I think there was mention of a cinnabon in my future?)
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Mommy, Papa, and Gigi pose while Henry continues to do business on his phone. He is apparently a very busy boy.
Henry and Papa take it all in.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Sloan thinks it is a great idea to think of Henry's birthday as a "palooza" type event. We'll promote it big time for five or six years, and then be done with it. His stats--23 lbs 6 oz (50th percentile--Yipee!); 31 1/2 inches (90th percentile); and 85th percentile in noggin circumference. He is having a bit of a time making the transition from the bottle to solely the sippy cup. After much research by Henry, he will only use the Nuby sippy cups. Anything else he tosses. Literally. So I've just gone to the store and stocked up as 2 was simply not enough.
Here are some pics from the 2 days of Henrypalooza.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Henry helped me frost the cake, which was hysterical as I could literally see the sugar make him high. At first, I gave him a little icing on my finger and he wasn't too into it. Then, upon tasting it, he didn't want my finger, but grabbed at the whole bin. He has begun grabbing at things. At Toys R Us, he grabbed some stacking cups. At the grocery store, a handful of Red Lobster Gift Cards. I tried to explain to him that if he was going to steal gift cards for Mommy, she'd rather he grab Outback or at least Maggiano's.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
And yesterday, the Phillips family stunk. Like Homeless people. While changing a diaper at church, Henry peed all over himself and ALL OVER ME! Of course, ever the prepared Mommy, I had a change of clothes for Henry--but alas, none for me. As I went back into the service and sat next to Sloan, he noticed that Henry was no longer in seersucker overalls, but pajamas. "Have an accident, honey?" he said. "Yes. Your son peed all over me. I've got urine all over my shirt and pants." Sloan laughed and then cuddled Henry. I leaned over to him, "We're leaving. I'm sure God will understand that I'm not going to sit here with pee all over me." So we left. And of course, we still had to go by the old condo and pick up a few more things so I sat in my urine and fed Henry while Sloan lugged stuff down those three flight of stairs getting ever so sweaty. On the ride home, Henry spit up all over himself and of course, reeked of vomit. So by the time we got home, Sloan said, "We smell like homeless people. I'm nasty and sweaty, and I smell the best of us. We should buy some cigarettes just so the smell is complete."
There just is no hope for Henry when he has such awesome, responsible parents. Last night, before going to bed, I checked in on a sleeping Henry. He'd taken off his pajama pants (of course) and had grabbed some dirty laundry out of his hamper that sits next to his crib and was cuddled up with it. My poor boy. Pantless and cuddling dirty clothes. I'm growing ever more compassionate for Britney by the day.