St. Pat's!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Cute as this little mop-top is, countdown to haircut; 2 days!

We're all fully recovered now. Once Henry's temperature broke and he decided not to give us any more panic attacks due to his tremors (I've switched from calling them convulsions to tremors-just makes me feel better), he decided to sprout some teeth. So, because he slept with us for two nights so that we could make sure his temp wasn't sky-rocketing, he wasn't interested at all in leaving the snuggly warmth of our bed to return to his cold, hard, lonely crib. We realized though, a little late, that his hysteria was due, in part at least, to the ever-emerging molars. We are at 12 teeth now; 4 molars! Ouch.

We had some friends over for dinner Sunday evening. Once again, Henry targeted an unsuspecting man to become attached to. David was very accommodating to Henry's ear and moustache-pulling frenzy. We received a thank you note from him today thanking us for the hospitality as well as, and I quote, "...the non-stop antics of dynamo Henry"



Once Henry was finished using David as an amusement park, he started to pay attention to the precious Elise. It was very difficult to get a picture of them together in focus.



In honor of St. Patrick's Day...green jell-o. It did not go over very well. The camera ran out of space and shut off by the time it got really ugly. Our general rule at the dinner table is: once you start washing your hands with the food, you're done. It works well for babies as well as dinner guests

Bon Apetite!

Henry's newest trick; climbing down the stairs.

Goodnight!