Behind the Buddha
So I really had no intention of letting a whole other month go by without posting. In fact, I was all set to post two weeks ago, but I couldn’t find the damn camera which had the entire month of May’s photos still on it, and let’s face it, no one is reading this blog for the witty commentary. People are looking at pictures. So after days of thinking somebody snuck into the apartment just to steal the camera (but not, of course, the laptop or guitars or recording equipment), I finally found it behind the Buddha. Henry must have tossed it back there during one of his explorations. So we’re back in business, at least until Henry get his hands on the camera again.
May was the month of talking: mamma and daddy and eye and hi and bye and cracker (cacka) and sock (cock) and rock (cock) and car and up and book and milk (mook) and shoe and hot and hat and go. It was also the month of independence and fit-pitching. Here he is walking the plaza at FAO Schwartz, very pleased with himself:
My girlfriend Leslie’s daughter Silas decided that Henry needed some guidance, so then we had two small creatures wandering the massive plaza as the ready-to-leap-at-the-slighted-provocation parents watched on:
Now that the weather is getting nicer, there are many more outings to the park. Actually, there’s always outings to the park, even on the coldest, shortest days of winter (so that Henry and I don’t start climbing the apartment walls). But in nice weather, we bring the camera along. This spring, Henry is taking on dogs,
dandelion fluff,
ice cream,
and his father’s acrobatics.
May 20th was my and Floyd’s third anniversary, and Floyd surprised me by taking the day off and taking me and Henry to Sandy Hook in New Jersey. We took a ferry to the Highlands, and Henry was so excited, we had to work very hard to keep him from flinging himself overboard.
After walking around the old military base and lighthouse (where Henry took a nap on a blanket under a tree), we walked to a nearby beach. This was Henry’s second time on a beach (the first was at nine months in Oak Island), and it was a completely different experience. He wasn’t crazy about the beach last August. Now, I think if we had left him there, he’d still be happily digging in the sand with a shell, oblivious to all other worldly cares:
We went upstate for my cousin Nikki’s wedding on the 23rd. While Henry didn’t think much of the wedding ceremony, he had oodles of fun hanging out with BJ and Ann and Eva and Jonah and Elena while Floyd and I partied at the Italian American Center. He also enjoyed eating breakfast with Papa (or should I say eating Papa’s breakfast).
When we got back home, he equally enjoyed Grandma’s chocolate covered pretzels, which have quickly become his favorite, most begged-for treat.
Despite the talking, Henry is all gross motor skills these days - running, climbing, throwing and wrestling. The other day I found him standing on top of the back of the couch. Crazy baby. I much prefer the wrestling sessions, though I’m not sure how Mr. Bear feels about them:
May wasn’t all beaches and dandelion fluff, unfortunately. There was a three-week bout of diarrhea (his second this year) and some problems with crying and tantrums at daycare that led the owner to tell me that Henry’s the worst she’s seen in two years…but it’s late, we’ve had a great playdate with my friend Leah and her daughter Elsa on a cold, rainy day:
so why linger, or even discuss briefly, the negative. Things are always looking up.
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