Henry, aka Hammering Hank, aka Henry Higgins, aka The Hammer, aka Ham Bone, aka Hen has been very busy lately.
Shortly after he turned 7 months old, he started crawling. I am not ready for this.
I desperately want to get a picture of him in his baptism gown, but this face is clearly saying, "I am trying to watch Josie and you are in my way."
Dinnertime is still a full contact sport. I thought if I gave him his own spoon, he would grab for mine less.
Now he just has 2 spoons. Maybe 3 spoons is the charm?
At 7 1/2 months, he had his last baby bath. I figure if he is strong enough to crawl out of the bath, it's time to move on. For some reason, he hates this noah's ark suction cupped to the side of the tub and spends lots of time trying to rip it off.
His very first big boy bath.
Hanging out in his little nook.
That is one nasty, nasty face.
Our teeth count is up to 4.