Henry turns one today
Today is Henry's 1st birthday. To kick off the celebration, earlier this morning he rubbed an amazingly profoud woogie out of his nose, then cried for fifteen minutes straight. That's my boy!
I uploaded a set of pictures to flickr, sort of a look back at the past year. If I could have, I would have uploaded all 2457 pictures we've taken because he's stunningly adorable in all of them, but I somehow managed to narrow it down to 13.
Henry's still working very hard at his walking. Yesterday he walked most of the way across the living room. It was amazing. A few times he's managed to walk all the way to whatever it was he was heading for. All of this successful walking means there have been many eruptions of loud applause and whooping over the last week. I'm sure the neighbors are sick of us.
Right now one of his most favorite things to do is climb onto my Hello Kitty blanket and then have either me or Dave pull him around the apartment. As soon as he sees it, he crawls over at high speed, screeches to a stop in front of it, slaps it with his hand while saying "Eeee-eee", which we think is supposed to be kitty but who knows. When you spread it out for him, he crawls onto the bottom half and waits to be rocketed around the living room and bedrooms.
He's definitely been testing what's okay to do and what's not okay. He knows he's not supposed to tug on the carpet between the kitchen and hallway (it's coming apart), but he tries to do just that at least 497 times a day. He also likes to tug at the computer wires, climb on the printer, tip over his high chair, pull our clothes out of our wardrobe, stick his fingers in phone sockets, and rip pages out of books.
We go for lots of walks, which Henry loves because it means three things: the possibility that he'll be able to play with my keys; the possibility he'll get to play with my wallet; and the possibility he'll get to swing. Everyday we go through the Commons, a path which happens to lead us directly by a set of swings that's usually packed with kids. If we happen to pass by it without stopping, he cranes his neck for as long as he can to check out what the other kids are doing. If we do stop, once he's in the swing he just can't stop smiling. It's so sweet.
I have a feeling a month from now I'm going to be running after a kid who doesn't stop running. Frankly, I'm afraid.
update: I feel compelled to also mention the following things, only because they're terribly cute: if Henry's in the tub and you say "Splashy, splashy!" he'll splash the water with his hands; if you say "Boingy, boingy" to him regardless of his location, he'll bounce up and down.