We had a low-key Thanksgiving with a few friends. Henry’s Thanksgiving this year was much different than last year mainly because he was able to eat a lot of same food we were. He really liked the duck his dad made (we eat duck on Thanksgiving purely because we prefer it to turkey). He also had his first taste of pumpkin pie and liked that a lot too.
One of the ducks, traveling duck, has been found. It was in Henry’s diaper bag that I had not used or emptied for a few weeks. Luckily, Henry can have one duck and the frogs for bath time. Again, I am more sentimental about the duck than Henry so I was determined to find at least one of them.
Henry had become very fond of his favorite tub toy, a blue rubber duck. So much so, that he often took it to play with elsewhere—even in dry environments. When he forgot it a couple of months ago while visiting friends, we quickly found an identical replacement online. Unfortunately he just can’t seem to keep track of his ducks and has lost it again somewhere on the streets of New York City.
I think Jacqui and I felt duck’s loss more than Henry did. The transition to a post-duck phase of babyhood marks a passage of time and evokes a sort of sentimental nostalgia for his younger days even this early in his life.
However, as you can see below, Henry’s adapted quite well and has moved on to sailing one of his frogs around the tub in a toy boat. So now we’ll have to cherish his frog phase.
Henry is feeling much better. I still regret that he couldn’t mingle more with everyone on Saturday, but very glad he got to meet everyone and experience a little bit of my home state. One thing I have discovered in my many years in New York is that the west is always in my heart. I look forward to Henry getting older and being able to truly enjoy all the beauty of Wyoming (in the summer of course, the winters are a bit long).
Most of the photos in the gallery show Henry with family members and the video shows his progress as he learns to crawl. It was nice for Henry to have all the space of my grandmother’s floor to really move vs. our small apartment floor where he is unable to go very far without running into something.
Henry Boy is already eight months old. It is hard to believe our little boy has already been through his first winter and is now enjoying his first spring. A year of firsts is more than half way over. Another first this past weekend: Henry’s tantrums. You wouldn’t know from the pictures and video, but Henry let us experience his first real tantrums. It was quite a change from his normal happy personality. I guessed he might have been mad at me for leaving him last week and was acting out. It is true what they say “everything you do comes back to you.” I was telling Mark about the tantrums I had when I was little. Hopefully Henry’s won’t last until he is 13 years old.