Our little monster! |
It seems like only yesterday that Henry was born, we had the hardest time naming him, and we and his sisters fell instantly in loved with the Goliath of a baby boy. But here we are, on the cusp of another new baby, and it’s been incredible to see how much everyone has changed in the last eighteen months, especially Henry–gone are the days of him as an innocent, helpless, baby. Now, he’s practically a grown man.
Pumping iron. |
I doubt Henry understands that soon, he won’t be the baby anymore but until then, we’ll let him enjoy the roll. So, he’s living it up and we’re enjoying the results of all his toddler antics.
Bucket-o-Henry |