Time for Updates

Ok Ok,

I'm finally back in good old KC and ready to write. My husband has encouraged some writings form MN, but I think I will start with the most recent and work back. I know everyone who is following the blog is dying to figure out how Henry is doing (all 2 of you). First off, he is doing great.

I've been saying this since he was 9 months or so, but really the present is a great age to be. Right now he understands everything and is able to communicate so much. We actually play together (as apposed to waving things around). Right now we love coloring together, playing superman and practicing the letters.

Just last night Aaron, Henry and I got to see a brand new baby, baby Luke. Henry kept saying "baby uuk" over and over. It was pretty cute. When I showed Henry the little guy he was very interested and very gentle. I don't know how he figures out when he can be rough and when he needs to be nice, but he does it. All the while when we were in Minnesota and with all of our Malcolm interactions, he did really really well. There was only one time in particular when Henry was holding Malcolm and we were taking a picture. Once the flash went off he tossed Malcolm aside and ran to see the picture. Don't worry folk, the baby is all right.

About three days ago Aaron changed Henry's diaper and Henry would not allow Aaron to put on his pants. Aaron gave up and let Henry down. Henry grabbed the pants and put them on himself. Afterwards he was so proud and said "I do I do." Really from then on he has wanted to put his own pants on. A lot of times he puts two legs in one hole or doesn't pull them up all the way, but it's a great start.

So, lets see. We've been back to KC now for at least a couple weeks now. Before we came back Aaron adjusted Henry's bed to the toddler form where one side of the crib is completely open and the mattress is close to the floor. He had no problem with this transition. Well, maybe that is not completely fair, because he does not even know that the transition occurs. Still after every nap and every morning he will cry until we pick him up. We can come in, sit right next to him in bed, yet he will still cling to us. He has even rolled out of bed two times. I'm pretty amused by the whole thing. I am still waiting for his moment in the middle of the night where I hear "ooh" and the patter of little feet. We'll have to be even more careful now that he has learned to open doors.

I'll post more about the fun time in MN, but for now you can see all the pictures on Flickr.

Later,

Laura