On those rare moments I have the time/wherewithal/brain capacity to type out a blog post, I am usually whisked away by my little buzzing bees. And you know what? That's a-okay. This is a blog-light phase of my life and that's okay too. I don't need to apologize (to whom? I don't even know) for taking time away from this space.
But when I do pop in, I want to say thank you for reading when you do. Thank you for allowing me to show you this life of mine. And a big thank you for following me on the other avenues I spend a bit more time on.
King Henry is nine months already and my oh, I'm postpartum excuse for eating whatever I want is getting a wee bit out of hand. But eh, I'm breastfeeding so give me all the foods.
Speaking of food, this boy loves to eat. He's still on the fence about chunkier foods but absolutely loves purees and (what do you know) pizza crust.
We happen to have a lot of pizza crust available. I won't say how.
He is a standing and cruising machine. He's days away from walking, I'm convinced.
Also, he's teething something fierce. If those suckers don't pop through soon, I think I'll have to get a subscription wine service to survive it. Poor thing wails all night long.
He finally loves baths. He was never a fan of sink baths but we trust him (and Emma) enough now to plop them both in the bathtub and throw some bubbles their way.
We welcomed him into the church at his Holy Baptism and my own Godfather, Richard (I call him Papa) and my sister are Henry's Godparents. We did a combo Emma's third birthday and Henry's Baptism party a couple of weekends ago and I am convinced that combo parties are the way of the future. Our families came up and it was a lovely time.
And last but certainly not least, he says MAMA! (He say Dada now too, but he said mama first). That's two for two. #bragging
I want to show you some photos from the birthday/baptism party, but I'll save that for another day. Happy Tuesday!