A glimpse at life these days

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It's early.  The sun is still hiding, but our house is awake and moving.  It's 6:57 am and we're ready to hit the road to head to work/daycare/work.  Henry is on my lap while I'm putting socks, pants, and then shoes on.  He's pushing against my growing belly and as I reach down to put the left sock on, I realize just how long his legs have gotten.  The drape down over my own.  They're long and skinny and sprouting the lightest blond hair.  He has to bend his knee for me to reach his foot.  Will I still be able to have him sit on my lap in a few months when my belly is an eight month belly?

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It's nighttime and I'm laying in Henry's darkened bedroom with him.  We've finished our story for the night and I say, "What do you want to talk about?"  He rolls onto his belly, puts his hand under his chin and says "Hmm, tell me about work."  As we talk, he rolls to his side and pushes his back into me.  I wrap my arms around him and continue to tell him stories while his breathing slows.

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It's bathtime.  I've raced Henry to the bathroom to try to keep the inevitable "I don't want to take a bath" meltdown from happening.  He's giggling wildly.  I make ridiculous faces at him.  He laughs harder.  I keep doing it until neither of us can breathe from laughing so hard - he at my faces, me at his laugh.

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It's nighttime again.  As I make the move to get up and leave his room he holds up three fingers, "three more minutes?" he asks with all of the hope in the world.  I lay back down.  I knew it wouldn't be so easy.  I kiss his cheek.  He wipes if off and laughs.  I kiss it again.  Rinse and repeat.  The next time, I kiss it and then immediately rub his cheek with my palm.  "There!  Now the kiss is stuck FOREVER".  He grins at this new concept and then leans over and does the same to me.  "Now you have a Henry kiss FOREVER."  I'll take it.

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It's after work and daycare.  I've plopped myself down onto the couch, exhausted from the day, when my phone text alert sounds.  I grab my phone to see a "Want to meet at the park?" from our friends.  I ask Henry if he wants to go to.  "Who is going to go with me?"  "I will, buddy," I say.  "But the baby is making you feel so sick and tired!"  "I'll be okay, we can go if you want."  "Okay, but you can just sit on the bench and watch me and Jackson play.  Okay?"  This tiny human, always thinking of how I'm feeling.

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It's bathtime again.  Just as I'm about to plop him into the warm bath, he gets a gleam in his eyes.  "Can I go shake my butt at Daddy?"  It's his favorite thing.  He strips down, runs out to whomever happens to be in the living room, bends over and attempts to shake his butt.  Except, his butt stays put and it's really just his arms and torso moving back and forth.  I hear Brandon shout our standard "Ew, you're so gross!" as Henry dissolves into laughter and comes running back to the bathroom.

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