His inaugural trip to Target:
We spent Henry's first July 4th at his Aunt Donna's & Uncle Bryan's. Between their pool & Bryan's ability to fry fish, there was no keeping us away. Reagan took to the pool like a champ, venturing far, far from the steps, assisted of course by her flotation device & her Papa:
Henry & I spectated. Henry was unimpressed with his sister's efforts:
This being Henry's first holiday spent with family, he saw what family gatherings are truly all about:
We still spend our fair share of time at the house (I typically need a day to recover from any outing).
I snapped this of Henry the day he was three weeks old. Obviously he's contemplating his first weeks of life:
Reagan is adapting well to the big sister thing . . .
. . . though there are moments she reverts to her childish ways:
Saturday, the 6th, Henry was one month old. You may've seen pictures on Facebook, or elsewhere, of infants wearing a onesie with an applique designating how many months of life they're celebrating. I've seen these too, & had grand intentions of finding some for Henry's _____ month(s) old photo ops. But that never happened, so Saturday night I did a sweep of the house looking for something displaying the No. 1, & I was rather pleased with myself when I remembered Reagan's number puzzle.
Here are our 1 month old pics . . .
I attempted to take a cutsie pic of him in only his diaper, sans his pacifier, but he doesn't care to lounge around in only his diaper while I take his picture, obviously:
These were the best I got:
And for comparison, Reagan at one month old:
I still have no definitive answers regarding who Henry favors. His eyes are blue, or they will be, so I am officially the only non-blue eyed member of the family (unless you count Sophie, our dog). My grandfather had blue eyes, & obviously I carry a recessive blue eye gene that won, twice.
Our adventures in the land of the living have also included trips to church. After missing four Sunday morning worship services, Henry & I both made it to church this past Sunday. In fact, all four of us were seated in the pew before service began, with quite a few minutes to spare. I may've spent all day Monday in my pajamas recovering from the effort, but Sunday was a success. We even returned for evening services, & some of us used the time to get in the nap no one took Sunday afternoon:
So, Henry begins his march toward one year. My plan is to celebrate his first birthday in Destin, Florida
weighing twenty or thirty pounds less than I do now. As has been noted on this blog already, I won't be seeing the shore this summer, but please know that when I next sink my toes in the white sand that graces the Destin beaches, copious photos will be shared. I plan to pack the '1' featured in the above photos & again take pictures of Henry, this time to celebrate his first year. Maybe at a year old, he will allow the diaper-only photo.