Let me say that you are, without doubt, the cutest baby that your papa and I have ever seen. People come up to you in the grocery store and touch your wild hair (which is falling out quickly, my love) and say how sweet you are.
You are long, buddy. You are solid, too. I probably have more upper body strength than I've ever had in my entire life from holding you and picking you up and doing Henry Presses.
You hate tummy time. You will only tolerate it for a few minutes at a time. But you love to stand up. You have since you were only a couple of weeks old. You love for someone to hold you under your arms while you stand up and look around and smile real big.
That smile is heart-melting. You are laughing now, too. Your papa made you laugh so hard the other night while he was changing your diaper. Incidentally, you love hanging out on the changing pad. You are becoming VERY vocal. Lots of mwaaamwaa mwaa's and "rhazz's" which are these wet wookie sounds that you love to make.
This is the special spot where we hang out every night before you go to bed and during the middle of the night. Even though I'm sleepy, I love our time in our special spot.
Aunt Brooklyn made you this sign. We pray this verse for your life.
Mama is not good with the flash- sorry for the glare.
I could write a thousand books about you and all the cool things that you are doing and your funny faces and how much you've changed our home. Suffice it to say, we love you so much Henry James and we are so grateful that God let us take care of you.