Happy birthday, Henry!

It doesn't seem like it has been a whole year since I posted about Henry's birth, but it has been. It's been twelve whole months. That's a long time in baby months. Since birth, Henry's started walking, is making "talking" sounds, recognizes people and things (kind of like a dog), and wears some pretty adorable clothes.

Henry turned one on September 26. I got to go to Jeff and Kat's house the weekend before the big day for his birthday party. It was a interesting drive (I've never driven to past the Shreveport airport on Interstate 20), but it gave me time to listen to a book on the way over and catch up with my mom on the way bag. My ankle was tired at the end of the day though. Texans don't seem to be as fond of cruise control as I am.

The party was well-attended. I even got to see the newest Shipp baby. She's pretty darn precious. 

 

But let's get back to Henry. He's one! I have full expectations of him soon being able to say my name, not get scared when he looks at me, and of course, choose me as his favorite being. 

I have full expectations, but I won't hold my breath...

Happy (a little late now) birthday, Henry!