Everyone wants to know if we style Henry’s hair and the answer is “heck no!” He has a little tuft at the top of his head that has a mind of its own and looks different every single day.
Sometimes he sports a comb over, sometimes a mohawk, & sometimes it sticks straight up and makes him look like a Dr. Seuss character. We realize that his hair will eventually fall out and be replaced with new hair but until then, we will let it be wild and add character!
The following photos are the result of wiping him down with a baby wipe after a tongue bath from the dogs.
It is hard to believe that “cousin-fest 2015” was a month ago already. This, of course, is not an actual event but one that I made up to sum up the play date between Hen and his cousins.
The play date consisted of creating music on make-shift instruments (using wooden spoons, pots&pans, and Tupperware), exploring faces with little hands, and alternating nap schedules.
I could sit and watch them “play” for hours.
sometimes the stars misalign and the days are quite dark and sad. Where I used to combat this with a glass (or three) of wine or retail therapy, I now look no further than my “mini.”
With him in my life, the dark days are more like grey days. I will always be thankful for his sweet little smiles and the joy he brings to my heart and soul. Without him doing anything other than being himself, he brings sunshine on even the darkest days.
Henry, you truly are my sunshine.
we headed south of San Francisco today to a friend’s house for beer, BBQ, & babies. Four babies aged two months, three months, five months and eight months had an exhausting afternoon drooling over shared toys and taking turns napping.
Today was a day for the history books. SCOTUS finally acknowledges and passes a law that #lovewins and #loveislove.
Even though the world Henry is being raised in is a cruel, harsh one, it is now one that will let him choose who he loves in the eyes of the law, and I couldn’t be happier. Let’s be honest…life is hard enough.
We celebrated Father’s Day with a picnic in the Presidio. On Sundays, they host a big picnic with food trucks, tents, and beverages, which is super family friendly.
It seemed that most blankets were filled with food, wine, and at least one baby in tow.
When you live in a small apartment in San Francisco and have three(3) dogs and a baby, life isn’t always easy.
However, seeing Henry’s face light up when he sees the “fur-babies” is worth every headache, frustration, and overwhelmed feeling it may bring.