My "baby"

Lately Henry has been growing up faster than I care to admit, he's no longer my little baby. Lately every time I look at him he seems a little older, leaner, sassier... just different.

He's my most affectionate child, he wants hugs and kisses all day long, especially after he's done something wrong and been punished.

He has a major attitude. It's not uncommon to hear him say "you're STUPID mom" or if I ask him to do something like "come here so I can change your diaper" he'll say "NO! Change YOUR diaper MOM."( I know, charming, right?)

He loves playing with "Maya-son" a little name he came up with so he doesn't have to say "Maya and Harrison".

He stopped taking naps about 6 months ago, but still sort of needs one, so he spends the second half of the day whining, crying and throwing things but if we let him take a nap (even 20 minutes) he's up until 11pm. It's a daily struggle.

He hates wearing clothes, any time we walk in the house from being out somewhere he'll immediately strip down to his diaper and stay that way until I force some clothes on his body. I have to remember that Maya and Harrison both went through a phase like that and they turned out OK!

When he goes to bed at night he insists on having a sippy cup full of milk to cradle in crook of his arm. He's very specific, it must be milk (I try to trick him with water, but he dutifully takes one sip just to be sure and calls me out on it every time) and it must be full to the very top. Usually when I go to bed I'll pry the cup out of his tight grip and put it in the fridge for the morning. It's always still full! Sometimes he'll wake up at 3 am and come to my room asking for "fresh milk NOT water NOW mom." Again, charming...

There's nobody quite like our little Henry and we love him to pieces....