He's got it going on.

There's just something about a baby and a tie. Melt my heart.

The Hen-dawg is now 13 1/2 months and full of spirit. He is the proud owner of the word, "up" and must say it at least 177 times a day. And I'm pretty certain he is trying to say "thank you" as well. Or at least that's what I'm hoping it is. I don't think any of my sailor talk has the same sounds?

At just barely over one year, Henry appears to have an ear for music. Every night before we lay him down Jake and I sing to our little man. Somehow, Henry has the bum luck of being in my arms during this nightly ritual but up until last week must not have realized just how off-key I am. However, now, as soon as we start singing, Henry will continually kiss me making it much harder for me to belt it out. I'd like to think he is just being extra sweet to his mama, but well let's face it, I suuuck at singing and I think this is his way of shutting me down.

The winter chilliness has the two of us going slightly stir crazy in our house. We rarely have the car so we are still bundling up in the -7 degree weather and going for quick walks to the post office. Now don't worry, Henry is practically sweating by the time we get home thanks to 17 layers of clothing, his snowsuit, all the blankets from our living room and and wind/rain blocker that goes over the entire stroller. Oh and me? I'm a freaking ice cube when we get back. Yesterday the wind was so strong I found myself closing my eyes as I walked along the streets. So safe, I know. On the rare occasion that we do have the car, we drive right to Shopko and destroy all of the shelves. I know they must love us.

And, rumor has it that a moose was in our yard this morning....sweeeeet.