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Henry's got a cold. We knew he wasn't feeling well last Saturday night and by Sunday morning he had a runny nose. By Monday he had chest congestion. Today, it's the same. You wouldn't know he's sick except Wednesday and Thursday he woke up around 2 or 3AM and was up crying and fussing for an hour and a half. Last night he woke up at 11 and was wailing and screaming and obviously very unhappy. It was pretty heart-breaking. I gave him some Tylenol and held him. He would alternate between settling down and collapsing against me while furiously working on his pacifier, to suddenly screaming and crying again. Finally I wandered into our bedroom and Dave suggested he try and read a book to Henry. He read "Guess How Much I love You" three times and that did the trick. Henry was very interested in playing and having a good time despite the fact that he was obviously exhausted. Dave took him back to his room and tried rocking him to calm him down but he was very wiggly and squirmy so he put him down in his crib and soon enough he was out like a light. What a good kid. What a good Daddy. Henry didn't wake up again until this morning so once again I say, what a good kid.

He had his 9 month checkup on Thursday. No shots, just a pinprick on his fingertip to check his iron level. All good. He's still 95th percentile in height and weight, and 75th percentile in head circumference. Go figure. We see these kids toddling around in public and Henry's practicly twice the size of some of them. I kind of thought he'd be slowing down by now. Oh well. Who can complain about having a big, robust baby?