We haven’t posted anything for a few days because we really have not been able to do much with our Henry Boy. He had a fever for three days last week which meant he needed lots of hugging and holding. Unfortunately, this also means lots of whining. He seemed to be most comfortable in my arms while I swayed back and forth, standing up. We can only assume this is all related to teething and hope for Henry to feel better very soon.
There was a small bright spot on Saturday. Henry was all smiles when he received his Christmas gift from his Uncle Chris, a Drew Brees autographed football.
Henry and I standing the only way he has been comfortable…for three days.
Henry poses with his Drew Brees autographed football, a gift from Uncle Chris.
A little bit of rest, but not much.
Henry’s baby teeth continue to come in. So far he’s got four emerging from his gums—a pair on the top and a pair on the bottom.
While Jacqui’s in Chicago again for work, Henry and I are trying to stay cool at home despite a mini-heatwave in NYC. Mango pops have the added benefit of soothing his teething.
Henry loves books, for chew toys mostly. He does stop chewing long enough when I read “Dr. Seuss’s ABC: An Amazing Alphabet Book!” really fast. His favorite place to sit and chew/read alone so far is under the coffee table. This space has become his own book nook.
Henry under the coffee table with his head hitting the top each time he tries to look up.
Today when Henry was biting on my finger I noticed it actually hurt and I felt something sharp…a tooth has finally come through. After months of speculation and often using teething as an excuse for his crankiness at various times, alas, the big moment has arrived. He is becoming a man before our very eyes. A very exciting time indeed.
Henry is all over our small apartment now. Currently, his favorite place to be seems to be standing at the coffee table clearing off the magazines and papers and messing with dad’s computer.
Picks up the phone.
Drops the call.
It is hard to believe that our little guy is already six months old. I am off by a few days, but will just call it six months because it is March 5th. The last six months have taught both Mark and me a lot about ourselves and what it means to be a parent. There is so much more to learn and look forward to with this little boy. Before I start sounding too much like a mommy blogger (which I suppose I am now) or getting too sappy, I will post a few more pictures of Henry who is teething, and say that we are very happy to share Henry’s many stages so far with our family and friends.
Henry’s old man face signifying that he is trying to suck on a tooth that may be coming in soon.
Henry’s teething causes him to drool…a lot.
Sources say it varies widely on when babies start teething. So we’re not entirely sure, but lately Henry seems to enjoy (or maybe get relief from) chewing on his spit-up cloth.
Kinda reminiscent of Jerry Tarkanian‘s habit of biting on his towel during tight basketball games.
Tark the Shark