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Tyra Mail!

Last year, school picture day was pretty much a disaster.  A disaster that started with me completely forgetting about picture day and ended with Henry refusing to have his photo taken.  This year I'm slightly more organized and had "Picture Day" written in my diary, scheduled in Google Calendar (which sends me a reminder text AND an email) and written on several post-it notes around the house.  I even picked out Henry's picture day outfit and had it laid out the night before.  Nothing was going to stand in the way of Henry's second attempt at his first school photograph.

And guess what?

 

Impression

I guess it's time to start hiding my US Weeklies under the bed.

Henry doing his best Victoria Beckham impression.

The Plague

Croc fever has invaded our home.  So has the flu.

There's no need for me to detail the misery.  We've all been there. 

I"ll be back when we come out the other side.

8 Months Redux

This time last year...

Pula, Croatia  June 2005

6 Months Redux

This time last year...

Cornell University Hospital -New York
March 2005

D'you know that the human head weighs 8 pounds?

I didn't expect my 2.1 month single mother stint to be so difficult for me.  The past few days have been the most trying.  I'm tired, depressed and cranky.  Henry is 17.5 months and only eats yogurt. 

Strike Day

It was an unplanned day of stuck at home fun. 

I seriously need to find a way to work tomorrow that doesn't involve being uncomfortable.

 

Pizza! Pizza!

Henry walks well enough now to, once in a while, take him out sans stroller.  I wouldn't attempt more than a block or two, but it's a real pleasure to walk hand in hand down the street. 

Last night Sherri, Henry and I went to get a slice.

Naked Cowboy

Last night when Nick went to the wine store to place the annual fondue wine order (hooray!) Henry and I decided play naked cowboy. 

It's always fun until someone gets hurts.

Bathing Beauty

 

Henry's new hat

Sometimes it's hard for me not to bite him.

Henry's first haircut

Took Henry to Diva Salon in Brooklyn Heights and cut off his pretty, blond curls.  Nick wanted to get a duck-tail, Angie said he needed a faux-hawk and I wanted the floppy Ralph Lauren cut.  Henry refused to sit still and we are lucky his ears didn't get snipped off; The fancy hair will have to wait until he's older.

Happy Birthday Henry, my love