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Oh Henry.

The words come more quickly every day. Full sentences of them. Then suddenly it feels like it is all going by too fast and I am desperate to push pause so I can grasp and hold on to the fleeting moments of him being the baby.


The “are you” questions every day. Every question starts with it.

“Are you eating, Mama?”

“Are you socks on, Mama?”

“Are you got your glasses on, Mama?”

How everything is a “need” for him, I” neeeeeed it!”

The way he walks around with books open saying the only part of The Lord’s Prayer he remembers, over and over, assuming every book is a prayer book, “Our Father, our Father, our Father.” Or how he sings all day long little songs and hymns that are mostly unrecognizable, but then a piece of a melody starts to sound familiar to me or a little gibberish sounds like words. Then if you ask, “What are you singing, Henry?” He enthusiastically answers back, “Tokos,” which means Theotokos in Henry speak. When we do our night time prayers before bed asking St. Alexander to intercede on his behalf and he repeats, “my soul” at the end.


The way two boys feed off each other, their energy rising to maniac levels which usually results in something or someone getting hurt or destroyed. Something we never experienced with just Jillian or Jillian and Ethan.

The way he still naps, but protests it and diaper changes.

“I not go nap-nap!”

“I not stinky!” Often shouting this through the entire diaper change at the top of his lungs.

How he exclaims, “There is! I find it!” When he discovers something regardless of whether it was in plain site and didn’t really need finding or even when I pull out cereal in the morning.

Always climbing on everything and falling off too with the head wounds/scars to prove it.



Wondering where everyone is or what people are doing all the time.

“Where Papa go?”
“He went to work”
“Where Papa go?”
“I told you he’s at work.”
“Where Papa go?”
“Henry I’m not going to keep answering, Papa is at work.”
“Where Papa go?”

“Mama! Where Papa go?”


“Mama! NOT! FUNNY!”

How he emulates Stephen every morning after he leaves.

“Bye-bye! I going work! Bye-bye!”

How he’s always asking for chocolate.

“Chocowat, Mama. Want chocowat, Mama. I need it.”

Or the morning he asked for it before church and I said, “No silly! You can’t have chocolate in the morning for breakfast!” And he looked at me with this, “Can you blame me?” look on his face and said, “Well…” And I started cracking up so loud, completely caught off guard by his ability to be so funny.

His love for peek-a-boo which is sometimes replaced with “Hi!” instead.


“Where Henry? Are you Henry? There I is! Hi!”

His fierce independence. “Henry do it! I hold it! I do it!” How I have to give him options to make him think he’s in control like at swim lessons, “You can sit in my lap or on the bench next to me.” “On the bench! Henry do it!”


How this shirt is just so true and how much he loves this shirt asking every morning for his “trouble” shirt.


How finally with my third I have my water baby, one that will stand in the waves at the beach with me, who demands through a water logged face to jump from the edge of the pool into my arms as many times as I will let him.






How he’s still the “foodie baby,” but is increasingly picky, just no where near as picky as the other two and always wanting something to eat with nothing to show for it on his long and lean frame inherited from Papa. “I hungwee, Mama! Want yia-yos (Cheerios). I hungwee! I firsty!”


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Frame it!

When I was a kid I remember my dad liked taking photos, he had a seemingly decent camera, maybe a couple of them. There were some photo albums from before we were born where you could tell taking photos was a real hobby of his.

My parents had a couple albums from our childhood that I remember and a box or two of photos that went with us on all our moves (my mom says my dad and I have the “hermit crab itch” and that explains moving so much). They also had school pictures and group shots of us from Olan Mills every few year. One particular blue ruffle dress with white polka dots made its rounds on all of us in these.

Get ready, I’ve got some real gems here:







But overall it wasn’t a huge amount of pictures. Many of these same pictures are in the same frames they’ve been in almost all my life in my dad’s house.

With digital photography, we get instant feedback on our photos to be able to see what is and is not working and we are not constrained by rolls of film. Even though I am not a professional photographer by any means, I am definitely developing my own style and way of capturing our daily family life. I take tons of photos all day long and a good amount of them, even iPhone photos, are things I’d love to have framed on the walls in our home.






If we did this though, we probably wouldn’t have any wall space or space for other artwork. I mean, for now we have room to grow, but if this keeps up that will definite happen. The second highest number of boxes we’ve packed is that of picture frames and photos (first is books, nearly a dozen boxes of them at last count).

So what do you do with all of your family photos and daily life photos? Are they on your hard drive? The best of the best framed throughout your house? Professional photos only in frames? Scrapbooks or photo books for everything else? Do you swap out the photos in frames as your family grows and changes?

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