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Below is the big guy on his six month birthday. We threw a big bash and invited all his best friends,
Lucy, Dinah, and the baby in the mirror. Guests were treated to apple sauce, oatmeal, breast milk and Purina Dog Chow. A good
time was had by all.
Occasionally, Henry wonders, "Why does Daddy hate me?"
We started "feeding" Henry some baby cereal this month. We would have gotten a pretty similar
result feeding cereal to the back of his head. Slowly, though, he did learn to swallow and we've ceased needing to apply for
superfund money to aid clean up in the aftermath of baby lunches.
Two weeks later, and this eating thing is old hat.
Hey, that camera looks yummy!
Thank God for those silly dogs of ours that provide us with hours of entertainment.
That baby in the mirror is unbelievable at Patty Cake.
Henry is an excellent audience... but he doesn't tip worth a crap.
I had planned on spending some quality time with Mandy until I heard they were filming a chase scene
for Dukes of Hazzard the movie down the street. My knees go week for the General. Those of you of my generation might understand
what a pivotal moment this was.
Oh! Almost forgot. One of my sisters got married... I forget which... I doubt it was Maddie. Mandy
says it was Bee, I'll have to double check that.
Well, whoever it was, everything was beautiful and Mom and Dad triumphed in the truly daunting endeavor
of holding the reception at their house.
This was taken at the rehearsal.
At the reception
Mandy's mom, "Bob," and Aunt Cathy
Mandy's sister, Jane with her very fetching companion.
Some homeless ladies that wandered in. I nabbed them raiding the bar.
Next month's update will include our trip to New York to see the Aunt Sues and all our other friends
in the Windy Apple.
Yes, I tried the red-eye remover, but Anne Marie's eyes are actually that color.
HAPPY
MARDI
GRAS!
Henrys first parade, Sparta.
A little sensory overload here.
Hey lady! I'll trade you this red pair for some lunch.
Henry probably thought he was done suffering through this flannel outfit last year at our 75 degree
Halloween. But we decided it was equally apropriate attire for our 75 degree Mardi Gras.
A 100-member marching band proved to be no match for this power napper.
Paw and Cindy who came cleverly disguised as a hippie.
Paw Paw wasn't catching squat until the shirt came off. GO PAW PAW!!!
One particularly cunning member of the ever-present paparazzi managed to snap this photo of Henry
during one of his once-secret Zima binges. The altercation that ensued was a Sean Penn-like attack on the photographer and
his camera that required the intervention of Henry's mother. Unfortunately for the young boy, the pictures survived and his
secret is now out.
SEE YA'LL NEXT TIME!
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