At least he's consistent

So my sweet baby Henry has a favorite word: NO.

But it isn’t delivered in a sassy, three-year-old kind of way, but instead as more of a soft-spoken, drawn out “noooooooooo.” The other morning when he woke up, I went in and sang a little song to him, and he shook his head and said, “nooooooooooo.” He was in a big hurry to get over to the appliqued jungle animals on his curtains that we review each morning, and my song was cramping his morning routine. (Anyone know a sound giraffes make? We just gloss over the giraffe while Henry makes his cat and elephant noises. And for the zebra? I just go with the horse noise. They must whinny, right?)

Then that night, I’m putting him in his crib, and he is just about asleep. As his dear little head hits the mattress I hear a soft sound coming from him and lean closer to hear it: “noooooooooo.” I’ll post some video soon. It’s too much.

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I’m sadly overdue at posting birthday pictures for Henry’s friend Theo’s first birthday back in August (sorry, Theo’s moms!), plus his darling new infant cousin and even more sadly, they will remain overdue a little longer since I forgot to put them up this weekend. But here are a couple from his birthday week (isn’t he a cutie!), which will also serve as my Best Shot Monday.

Henry’s pal Theo, age 12 months 

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