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Thirty three weeks pregnant with Mr. Henry

Thirty three weeks pregnant with Miss Evelyn.

Our weak attempt at getting a picture of Henry kissing my belly. Neither the wind nor the two year old were very into our photo shoot. It is, however, always nice to document a double chin.

And this is the face of a child who a minute into my shower came in with a bottle of super glue...without the cap on and then not two minutes later came in without pajamas or a diaper on and announced that he had gone "poo poo" before running back out again. Nothing ruins a shower quite like knowing that somewhere in your house is poop and that your child is running around un-wiped and quite possibly climbing on your kitchen table. :)

Mr. Personality

A quarter of the way into the year of the two's and no complaints yet. While our boy does exhibit caveman like behavior from time to time, I don't think it can necessarily be attributed to his age. He is a Denbrook after all.

And now for some high quality cell phone video:

Most of our car rides are like this:

And obviously we have an athlete on our hands. Look at that amazing form.

Lebron,Thomas and Baby Bumps

Pictures and a few words. Twelve days left before I get to take a three month break from my master's program.  Hooray!

31st birthday celebration. A generous couple at our church gave us free tickets to watch the Jazz play the Heat. Such a fun day, and probably the last time we'll get away without a munchkin or two.

Someone had a good Valentine's Day. Although while I did let him lick the beaters clean, he has yet to actually taste the final product. :)

Why does he look so happy?

Because he's about to ram into Buttercup. Don't worry she moved.

The Thomas obsession gets stronger every day.

Baby bump at 29 weeks. Feeling great and loving all the kicks and movement.

You might be surprised, but we finally did it.

At just a little over 26 months of existence, someone finally got their first "haircut". This is one of those times when "haircut" is not meant to actually mean plural hairs. Okay there were plural hairs, but I think maybe only seven or eight and dang that hair is fine! And no not a single hair was touched that wasn't directly around his ears. It just wouldn't make sense for hair to actually grow on top of his head.


He started saying "ow, ow" the moment the scissors came out. They were a bit rusty, but my guess is this kid won't have to worry about another haircut for quite some time.

And this is the face we now get if we say, "Henry, smile!"

What's that you say? You can't even tell we cut his hair? You're probably right.

For the Aunties

Rumor has it that some of you don't have Facebook and thus didn't get to see some of Henry's more recent photos. So here you go!

Our announcement that we are pregnant.

Henry and his second favorite person (no one can quite compete with his mama)
                                     
And lastly, Henry showing everyone just how great he looks in a pink coat. Let's hope his sister looks a bit better.

We knew it would happen.

All along people thought Henry was a giant. When he was six weeks old and in the 30th percentile for height, people would still exclaim, "my God, he's tall. You got yourself a NBA player there. [chuckle, chuckle.]" These people were obviously idiots. Sorry, if you were one of those people, but dude, baby boy was small.

Now, he really is a giant- a tall, skinny giant. At his 2 year  well-child appointment, he measured in at 37 1/2 inches and 29 pounds. And the 29 pounds was with his coat on, and also a definitely very wet cloth diaper. Hopefully the kid has coordination because tall and lanky by itself isn't going to get him into the NBA, or pay for his ma and pa's retirement.

749 days young.

At almost 26 months, Henry is at a delightful stage of independent play. His Thomas the Train and dump trucks consume hours of his day leaving his mama to really consider using her time to clean the house and/or shower. Of course neither option is usually chosen. Being pregnant and in grad school is a great excuse to keep the house in that nice "lived in stage" and whenever a shower is chosen, a little boy decides to abandon the trains to instead climb up on the toilet and then hang from the bathroom cabinet. And then of course scream when he realizes the predicament he has gotten himself into. Really my time is best spent on the couch sipping coffee while I watch my boy play. He does occasionally let me play, but usually gets frustrated at the direction I make the engines go.

Henry continues to be a chatterbox and will sing and chat most of the day. He does insist that I repeat most of what he says back to him, which is fun? The flag obsession he had last spring has made a comeback and we must point out every flag we see on every walk/drive/outing we take. Unfortunately, he pronounces "flag" as "f*ck" which could be comical except for when you live in a really conservative town and your two year old is screaming, "Look, Mama, F*CK, Mama!" Oh Henry, you better clean up that potty mouth before your little sister gets here!

A Baby Elephant

We are almost 24 1/2 weeks pregnant with our sweet little Evelyn*. With Henry I think I had taken about 74 pictures of my pregnant belly at this point. This time we have taken approximately one? Sorry baby girl. I sure hope she won't mind that the only ultrasound pictures we have of her are blurry fuzzy shots of what the doctors assures us is a baby. It seems as though Wyoming may be 20 years behind in baby technology. Good thing there aren't any new ways to get babies out, or we'd really be in trouble.

Henry is in love with what he refers to as "baby Elephant." He loves to kiss my belly and knows that when Daddy is around, Daddy carries Henry because Mama is carrying Elephant. While we think it is absolutely adorable that he refers to the baby as "Elephant" I certainly hope she does not come out as big as an elephant, or have the ears of an elephant which can be found on certain family members. I'm not sure how cute a little girl with a big old German nose and elephant ears will could be. :)

*The doctor gave us 95% chance that this baby is a girl, but like mentioned above, I could barely tell that the screen showed a baby so who really knows. We have another ultrasound in six weeks which hopefully will continue to show us an Evelyn, if not we will be just as excited to add another rambunctious boy to the our family.

And of course a picture of Henry, even though the post is about Evelyn. Poor second children.