In the Neighborhood
Hank has started cruising, and I don’t mean adolescent-like attempts to pick up girls at the local playground (though he has been spending plenty of time at the playgrounds, and he’s been making quite a few friends). “Cruising” is when a baby starts to walk around by holding onto furniture. Check out the following action sequence:
He’s also walking up steps and stairs. He started by climbing the toddler jungle gym at the
This is our favorite playground in the neighborhood.
There are lots of nice kids and very few ruffians, and the parents are all chatty and friendly and keep their kids in-line. Henry has even made friends with a 12-month old named Anna. They play together with Hank’s ball and her bucket.
When we’re running short on time, we go to the playground that’s a few long blocks down
Other days, especially when we go to mommy group or swimming at the pool, we head down to the playground in
The fourth playground is my least favorite, but it sits right across the street from the little shopping plaza that has a Bank of America ATM machine and a supermarket that sells Earth’s Best infant formula. It’s a little too concrete jungle for me, but Henry doesn’t seem to mind.
Earlier this week we got back from yet another visit upstate for my cousin Roxanne’s bridal shower and my cousin Nikki’s engagement party, but I won’t go into that too much since we’re about to take off for a week in North Carolina with my parents and my brother and his family. Here’s a photo of Henry with my mom:
When I returned, Floyd had thrown out our coffee table, something we talked about doing but we hadn’t taken any action. It was great to come home and see it gone. The table was junk – a leftover from an ex-boyfriend’s fraternity house – and now the living room seems so large and open! Henry and I have a ton of room to play. I also came home to four days worth of Floyd’s dirty dishes. Instead of making a stink, I just packaged them up and left them for him. I mean, come on, he had to know I wasn’t going to clean up after him like a maid.
After the second day he realized that it wasn’t a joke, and he did the whole pile along with that day’s dishes, too. Good sport. Sometimes he just needs a little reminding.
My friend Anna came for a visit from Wichita on Tuesday, and Henry just fell in love with her.
He threw himself at her and mauled her and kissed her (well, slobbered on her, but we call that kissing around here) every chance he got, even if the only body part he could grab was her foot.
Here’s another shot of him balancing in between her legs.
We did as much as we could with only two days and a baby in tow – the beer garden, Greek food,
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