Henry has the most amazing smile. He started really showing it off the first week of April and now smiles constantly, as evidenced in the pictures. We’ve even had a few full-on giggles in the past few days. They are the cutest thing you’ve ever seen or heard.
In the last days of March we were innundated with Painted Lady butterflies. They migrate through the area each year but because of our amazing rainfall this winter, this year’s migration was spectacular.
A sign of things returning to normality: the slip-cover is back on the couch. I’ll let Marla explain this in more detail, but suffice it to say that Henry has largely given up his nightly wailing fits and settled into a regular sleep routine while Emma is retuning – slowly – to her non-terrible self. (She certainly still has her moments.)
I have no idea where time goes, lately. I think the addition of a second child to your household does something funny to the space-time continuum.
I recall having plenty of free time and lots of energy to play game, read books and post pictures with Emma. Now I turn around after supper and it’s 11:30 PM and time for bed. (I must admit, though, I have found time to play Knights of the Old Republic.)
“We’re going to Easter!” was what Emma squealed as we piled into the car and headed to church on Sunday. She was quite excited thanks to all the talk of eggs, bunnies and, of course, ducks over the past few days.
More proof that marketing works. Emma was thumbing through an issue of Parents magazine a few weeks ago and spotted an ad for Oreos.
It featured a cute boy dunking his Oreos in milk. She instantly turned to Marla and said, “Emma wants to dunk some Oreos.”
Oh, hello. Are you still reading this?
Things have been slow on the site but busy, busy at home. We’ve had Grandma Northcutt visiting for the past two weeks and Daddy was out of town for a week at the Game Developers Conference.
My parents were out last week for their first visit since Henry was born. Grandma Northcutt stayed with us while poor ol’ Granpaw Northcutt had to go to work each day. She enjoyed her visit with Henry immensely, as you can see.
A few weeks after Marla started breastfeeding Henry she started getting anxious, worrying about if he was getting enough, if her supply would keep up, etc. The lactation consultant recommended that she start pumping and feeding Henry from a bottle. Supply would be steady, she would know exactly how much he’s eating… problems solved!
I was very worried that Emma might be jealous of Henry, upset that she was no longer the center of attention. This has, thankfully, turned out not to be the case. In fact, she absolutely adores him and has taken to calling him “my Henry” all the time. (He seems to dig her, too.)
