Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Hendrix Is Bad To Da' Bone!

Dear Hendrix,
I can't believe you are 9 months old!   You are now able to crawl at maximum speeds and boy do you keep us on our toes!  You cry and try to get away when I change your diaper.  You have come to realize that you can spit out the food you do not like as well as seal your lips to keep from taking another bite.  You insist on accompanying me to the bathroom.  You laugh when I say "no".  You put EVERYTHING in your mouth.  You think the dog's water bowl is a swimming pool and that Hefner is a bean bag.  You think the picture frames and decorations on the table by the front door are toys.  You apparently think that the wet floor of our shower is the best place to be and that a cold water bottle is the greatest invention ever.  You have learned that yelling is the best way to get attention and falling over on the floor and crying is equally as effective. But you also wake every morning with a smile on your face and I feel as though I have won the greatest of awards when I make you laugh.  I live for the moments you reach for me, lay your head in the curve of my neck or say mama.   You are such a joy to us that sometimes your daddy and I can't help but wonder what we even talked about before you were born. :)  We love you so much.  Its simple: first we had each other, then we had you . . . now we have everything. 

Here you are with Uncle Garet's motorcycle!
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2 comments:

  1. Happy 9 Months little man! AB your words capture life as well as your photos do. We are so fortunate to have such an amazing and quirky son.

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  2. More than a Gamma can stand

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