Rugrats Look-a-like?

This afternoon while Henry was busily winning hearts at our local library, someone very excitedly exclaimed, "Your baby is so cute! He looks just like Tommy." I did what any other mother would do who doesn't have a clue what this lady was talking about...I  gave her one of those half smiles where you don't show any teeth and was about to be on my merry way when she followed up with, "You know, Tommy from Rugrats?! He looks just like him!" This time I did not give her a closed mouth smile but tried my best not to furrow my brow as we walked away. Now I may not have seen Rugrats in two decades but I was pretty sure that I didn't want my baby to look like this Tommy Pickles character.

So you tell me....does Henry look like Tommy?

Sir Henry James

Sir Tommy Pickles

Yikes, I do suppose they both have giant heads, no hair and a bit of a manic smile. Oh dear, my baby does look like Tommy!

Salt Lake City

Growing up I never had a real desire to go to Salt Lake City. In fact, I don't think I ever thought of the good old Salt Lake. Then I moved to Wyoming. Land of no Target and no Starbucks and all of a sudden my dreams were filled with images of SLC. This past weekend in honor of Henry's upcoming ten month birthday (which was today, hooray!) we packed our bags and set off for the land of civilization. And while to my horror I did not even step foot in my beloved Target it was a weekend full of caffeine, traffic lights and treats galore.

When you are used to watching sports on your 15" laptop, this is like Heaven.

Why hello lovely maple vanilla deliciousness.

That whole "everything in moderation" mantra totally went out the window on this trip.

Henry makes sure Diane knows to keep her distance....

Yahoo, college bestie Diane is working in Salt Lake for the week and knows how to lead one into a diabetic coma quite nicely.

A box of maybe the most delightful cookies on the planet.

That's my boy...reaching for the cookies while the adults are busy taking a picture. Takes after his mama.

Do you see the H-man's cute little fingers by my straw?

Looking at this picture makes my mouth water.

Twenty more years big guy.

Upon getting back home, one little boy was a little upset that not everything we purchased was for him.

Another Day.

Another day.

 Another walk.

  Another hat.

Unfortunately the size of one Henry Denbrook's head is making most of his hats a little too snug, so a shopping we must go. Maybe that's not an unfortunately.

Nine Months

We call this the "stink" face, or the "turd" face because well this sweet baby boy is becoming a rambunctious turd who we whole heartedly adore. On one occasion when Henry was displaying his stink face, someone said it made him look like a Hank. So there ya go, Grandpa Duman- when he his being sweet people call him Henry and when he's being a turd, he's a Hank! I know you would have loved both sides of him.

Yah for pots and pans!

Henry had his nine month well-baby check and his first pediatrician visit in good old Wyoming. Everything went well and we are pleased with our new provider, although we desperately miss our old pediatrician. Should you live in Eugene, I have the best doctor for you. If you don't live in Eugene and have wee ones, move there.

So, all ya'll who keep saying Henry is huge are wrong! This babe is smack dab in the 50th% for both weight and height. Okay so his head is in in the 75th. Maybe when people say, "my oh my what a big boy you have" they really are talking about this kid's melon. Bulging with brains, I suppose.

See the TV back there? It is Hank's personal mission to pull it down onto himself.

At nine months, Henry is very much a mama's boy. He loves his mama so much in fact that he likes to feed her his food. This has made me very aware of what I am giving him to eat. I can't say that I'll be mixing applesauce with carrots again anytime soon. He is pulling up on everything and cruising around his play table and the couch like a pro.

The boy is fun.

I'm pretty convinced that there is nothing more fun than a baby boy.

All dressed up and nowhere to go.

So what does one do when for once everyone gets up on time, showers, does their hair, puts on clothes that aren't lying in a heap on the floor and goes to church only to find that no one is there? Why you take a picture in front of your new home that badly needs a power washing.

Foot-long...who wants a foot-long?

 This morning  our family found ourselves celebrating the Fur Trade Rendezvous Era. And, why yes, it is one of the largest mountain man gatherings in our nation and happens to be only a few miles from our house.  It was quite a celebration and gathering of people dressed in primitive garb. There were primitive demonstrations, authentic trinkets for sale (trinkets meaning bows and arrows and the like), Native American dancing, and the real reason we were there: fried food. 

People are allowed to camp on site if they meet all of the primitive guidelines. And yes, I used that large golf umbrella to shade myself and the pale babe from the relentless sun. And no, it does not meet the primitive guidelines. If you look closely there is a man behind me in authentic clothing.

Henry taking it all in.

That there is a foot-long corndog (hello, deliciousness!) which Henry is about to burn his hands on...didn't think that one through. Sorry buddy.

After learning that those who come dressed head to toe in mountain man garb get in free, we have decided to go authentic next year. Won't you join us?