Henry Loves Pink- and tutus!

These little gems were taken by my mother at the Children's Museum. They prove that our boy isn't insecure about his masculinity. And that he loves *pink.* We don't have to take as many detours into Victoria Secret to visit the polka dot dog these days but he's still considering a bratz girl purse.

This was Henry's idea, I swear!

"Take a picture from my banana! My big big banana!"

"All of the H's are for H's!"

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the llamas and peacocks and daddys and papas in Bumpass

Right before Christmas, Henry & I drove out to Bumpass to visit Daddy and Papa at their job, building a Potter's Barn. After Papa said he'd been spit on once, Henry was very scared of the llamas! But he wasn't scared of the peacocks. Oh, no. Henry loves peacocks! After a while, we went and cut down a few little pines out in the forrest that we took home, decorated and called Christmas trees. It was a very lovely day in all.

this is when henry was a velcro-boy

In October, I took Henry to Pumpkinpalooza at the Carillon in Byrd Park. The most fun Henry had was putting on a velcro suit and being thrown up against a big inflated bubble wall. I think they called it a spider in a web, or some such. He doesn't look as esctatic as he actually was, believe me. They didn't have anything like that when I was a girl.