Yes, that's supposed to say, "Henny," not "Henry."
One of our good friends was apparently running around his house, holding our Christmas card clutched tightly in his little hand, screaming, "HENNY, HENNY, HENNY!" Once his mama told us about this, the name stuck and now it's how Mickey and I refer to Henry to each other. Peep. I thought I'd do a little snap shot of where Henny is these days...
He’s weighing in at about 22 pounds of toddler wildness. We had a tape measure out the other day and Emmett was asking what it’s for. So I showed them how I could measure their heads…and their heads are the same size!
Henry is talking up a storm. He has his own little pronunciations for certain words.
Pick me up = Me mupp (see photo below - this is the "me mupp" view)Yes = uss
Chocolate chips = chock chis
Mama = MOMMY
Daddy = DADDY (always yelled)
Uncle Charles = Unk Char
Uncle Joe = Unk Jo
I apparently say, “hi, cutie,” a lot to he and Emmett because the other day, they were popping out of my closet, yelling, “HI CU-TEEE!” Over and over again. Totally adorable.
He also likes to yell the dogs' names randomly. OLIVE! GINGER!
Henry is following in his big brother’s footsteps – he is totally obsessed with trucks, tractors and cars. He calls them all “tuck” and yells it as loudly as he can.
When we're riding in the car, he has decided he always needs gum. After you buckle him in his seat, and go around to buckle Emmett in his seat, Henry begins yelling "GUM" louder and louder until he gets it. When I ask him what he should say, he looks at you, smiles and says super quietly, "peese."
When Henry gets mad at the injustice that is being a 20 month old, he lets out a shrill scream, looks around for something to throw, grabs it, looks to make sure you’re watching, and then throws said item. We call him “Hulk Baby” for this reason. The item to throw can be something as small and soft as his coat, or as big and ridiculous as his chair at the table. Brother's strong!
He said his first swear word the other day. I was changing his diaper and he started saying over and over (and over) again, “effing, effing, effing.” He was so darned pleased with himself. I thought that I missheard him at first. Then he said "truck" and went right back to the other word. There was no mistaking it. I will say, it was not me that he heard this from, originally! And, since then, what little swearing there was has now decreased even more.
He has started singing along with me at night, during his bedtime routine. I pretty much always sing, “I Could Write a Book” to him before he goes to bed. We turn the light off, have a little bit of bottle and then put his sleep sack on and get his paci. He curls up on my shoulder and I sing and rock him. In the past week or so he’s started piping up with the words at the end of each verse. Mickey tells me that when he puts Henry to bed at night, Henry will sing along with “Working on the Railroad” with him.
Brother also has some killer dance moves. Anytime music is on that he digs, he starts doing these little steps with both feet, lifts up his right arm, and kind of swirls his hand and elbow (see photo above). If the music is a bit harder (ahem, Pantera, Mickey, ahem), he stops, steps his little feet apart and slowly rocks his head in the best headbanging I've seen since '93.
Henry still has his killer grin, though he's lost much of the "Buddha baby" status of his youth. Love me some Henry smiles!
3 comments:
2 things: 1) my Henry was called Henny by his BFF for a VERY long time. 2) One of my nephews enjoys the throwing of things but he is called "chucker". Miss you!
He is adorable! I miss that little "non buddah baby so much!" He's just trying to be heard in the Loud family!
Such a cutie and he is growing up too fast!
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