Henry's story

Peter was away, fetching his parents from Gary for a visit. Henry, disconsolate, wanted to help me write a story as a surprise for Peter when he returned. I was amanuensis and prompter, but the story is largely Henry's work.

Here it is:

Henry and Dada had lots of good ideas.
Sometimes they climbed on ladders.
Sometimes they hammered hammers.
Sometimes they looked at diggers.
Sometimes they looked at statues.
[Here, Henry inserted a page of drawing and asked me to note that one bumpy bit was "Mountains for Dada" and another oblong bit, that he was surprised and delighted to have produced, was "A Banana for Dada."]
One day, Dada made a picture for Henry.
The picture was of lots of things Henry loves.
It was a picture of:
Dada!
and Charles Darwin [the dog, not the eminent Victorian]
and a cookie
and a bulldozer
and a wheelbarrow
and a sweet potato
and chocolate
and James
and a butt.

Sunday, June 19

Tough day.
I think I'll just put up a few pictures. They're a little tough, too.

With Mom, at Aunt Virginia & Uncle Dwain's house

Apparently my second birthday.

This expression is pure Dad.

Obviously, I love this picture of us.

James at six months

Weight: 17 lbs., 9 oz. (50th-75th percentile)
Height: 75th percentile
Head circumference: Ditto

James's outfit is approximately 84 times as old as he is.

A first

Henry fell asleep reading!

I once gave myself a bloody nose that way. (Not with a Little Golden Book, however.)