Henry is becoming quit the acrobat. He loves to throw himself backwards and watch the world go by upside down. It must put an interesting spin on life or something. He's actually quit fearless in that respect. I caught him standing by a toy and just completely let go and promptly almost crash head first to the floor. I had a pull a superwoman to cushion the blow, but he went about life as if nothing major had just happened. What I don't get is then how come he FREAKS out if I accidently bump his head ever so softly when getting him in or out of the car. He acts as if I was physically tormenting him or something. What gives, kid? Oh and one for the books. You know you spend too much time with your kid when you start asking your 10 month old son if this purse looks good on mom. I was chatting away unaware with Henry in Target the other day when this nice older lady walked by while I was asking Henry which purse color I should go with next, she sort of gave me this look like, humm...what is up with this new generation of moms...humm...remind me NOT to be like that when I get old..
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