<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018984633383839594</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:49:08.287-07:00</updated><category term='Lots of stuff'/><title type='text'>Germain Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adrienne Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481488376263986502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018984633383839594.post-3451255497989857636</id><published>2010-03-22T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:58:43.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving &amp; Grooving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear Henry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the blog has basically been retired for the last few months.  So many developments I don't think I can catch up all at once - but I've got some great videos to share so I was inspired to get back to writing :-)  The funny coincidence about the timing - is I'm on maternity leave (again) - funny how I now have a few minutes to get this photos uploaded!   So, yes - we are expecting your baby brother any day now.  Dad &amp;amp; I had a theory up until a ~week ago that you would be young enough that jealousy wouldn't be much of a factor.  Well, I think you know something is going on....and have developed quite the attachment to me recently.  The hugs and kisses are very sweet and I love all your attention; but I am now a little nervous for the arrival of your baby brother &amp;amp; how you will react.  We shall see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway - Daphne sent you this awesome music player for you birthday - you love moving it around with you &amp;amp; groovin' out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b865677744e46388" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db865677744e46388%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331136228%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D536E428731EBA1A1715C13EB14191D8BD68F4A6F.6F86CA45874F0EEF919514A5A6D0F81D33D2E26F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db865677744e46388%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9j9GZYPOlXJtGPCOkyvYBJed3Xs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db865677744e46388%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331136228%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D536E428731EBA1A1715C13EB14191D8BD68F4A6F.6F86CA45874F0EEF919514A5A6D0F81D33D2E26F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db865677744e46388%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9j9GZYPOlXJtGPCOkyvYBJed3Xs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Thursday; Granfeather picked you up from Imagina &amp;amp; everyone was so excited that you had just started walking.  Over the last few weeks there have been lots of two-sie, four-sie steps - but you just didn't seem too interested beyond that.  All of a sudden you've set your mind to it!  All day Friday you just wanted to practice walking - this video was from Friday morning &amp;amp; you were thrilled with yourself.  You are still a bit wobbling - you prefer a short of side shuffle step - but I would say you are now walking most of the time &amp;amp; have decided no need to crawl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9a778ac6a1e7d2da" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9a778ac6a1e7d2da%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331136228%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72534878D5C74F9CABF69986AD7DB5C5E093710A.497173D3FDA76BE35EF837BECEDF72F4D29FDA53%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9a778ac6a1e7d2da%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeXKQI357oLBR5f25S7Hrwp4hnXI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9a778ac6a1e7d2da%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331136228%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72534878D5C74F9CABF69986AD7DB5C5E093710A.497173D3FDA76BE35EF837BECEDF72F4D29FDA53%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9a778ac6a1e7d2da%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeXKQI357oLBR5f25S7Hrwp4hnXI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well kiddo, I'm going to keep this one brief - getting back in the swing of things of this blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love, mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5018984633383839594-3451255497989857636?l=henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3451255497989857636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/moving-grooving.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/3451255497989857636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/3451255497989857636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/moving-grooving.html' title='Moving &amp; Grooving!'/><author><name>Adrienne Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481488376263986502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018984633383839594.post-2124808266203188002</id><published>2009-06-28T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:10:49.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lots of stuff'/><title type='text'>lots of stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Henry -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a month since my last note... I know, really slacking but we've been busy with the start of the summer...which means Nana is out of school, you are hanging with her &amp;amp; I'm back to work.  Its not the greatest - but I will say not quite as horrible as I thought it might be.  I give lots of credit to my low anxiety b/c I know you are being spoiled &amp;amp; snuggled all day with Nana - huge relief for me, so we are both lucky!  Also a big help that I am going to be switching to 3 day/week at the end of the summer....so the countdown is on - 2 weeks down &amp;amp; 5 weeks to go.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm going to be brief on words &amp;amp; just share lots of good pictures....and then try to sit down to write more often.  Lots of visits in the last month - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we left off heading to Manteca - the boys played well &amp;amp; had fun, the weather cooperated (not too hot) &amp;amp; as usual you were quite the little star.  I'm pretty sure more of the fellow parents know your name than know mine "hows Hank?" is usually how I'm greeted.  We have mastered attending a baseball game with baby gear - lots of stuff schlepped along &amp;amp; we are ready for anything!  Also helps that your entertainer Lainey is on the sidelines &amp;amp; always good for some funny faces to entertain you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhJVzmaylI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LlU1bOdTz-U/s1600-h/IMG_1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhJVzmaylI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LlU1bOdTz-U/s320/IMG_1544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352608796107262546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhK8IxxXxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_2ZSDqcji8U/s1600-h/IMG_2312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhK8IxxXxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_2ZSDqcji8U/s320/IMG_2312.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352610554138681106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhK738Q_DI/AAAAAAAAAJw/T7d3AWh8HlM/s1600-h/IMG_2268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhK738Q_DI/AAAAAAAAAJw/T7d3AWh8HlM/s320/IMG_2268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352610549619293234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Papa Bruce &amp;amp; Vicki came to visit &amp;amp; jumped right in on all the action, baseball &amp;amp; softball games.  I am embarrassed to say I didn't take a single picture the entire weekend - but you will appreciate later that Papa Bruce had a camera (or two or three) in tow at all times - so I left it to him to be the photographer for the weekend.  At one point, I was happily entertaining you &amp;amp; saw that he had (what I thought was) a little camera in his hand.  Well, turns out it was a video camera....I might not have been such a goober had I realized sound and all would be captured.  "uuhhh, whoops" as Jack would say.  Well, now I'll have this later as an example that I will do anything to make you happy :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1dc664df963cce9f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1dc664df963cce9f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331136228%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4081C979E6EB24A72A060DBC632F3DDDB5202E7B.825B4E98F3AF2AB515B92228825E540F3CE79076%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1dc664df963cce9f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DM9MevGbqhB3CzTe8cCxKhDGcvLk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1dc664df963cce9f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331136228%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4081C979E6EB24A72A060DBC632F3DDDB5202E7B.825B4E98F3AF2AB515B92228825E540F3CE79076%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1dc664df963cce9f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DM9MevGbqhB3CzTe8cCxKhDGcvLk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a trip down to LA for your Aunt Danielle's graduation; I thought a Hawaiian shirt would be appreciated by Papa Mike for the occasion.  You also got to meet your Aunt Katherine, who was a very thoughtful host with us (and lots of baby gear) at her house &amp;amp; you had fun hanging with her while Dad &amp;amp; I enjoyed some sipping in the wine cellar with Papa Mike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhKbUsjwTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/tmEXTINdiEc/s1600-h/IMG_2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhKbUsjwTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/tmEXTINdiEc/s320/IMG_2099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352609990402359602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhKbBXMmYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UH9eFzMMnus/s1600-h/IMG_2131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhKbBXMmYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UH9eFzMMnus/s320/IMG_2131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352609985212488066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way back up - you, Dad &amp;amp; I spent 3 days in Santa Barbara which was wonderful.  You went swimming which you loved!  Toured the Botanical Gardens - we were sad to see how much had burnt from the recent fires, but plenty in the meadow which you enjoyed checking out.  We didn't realize we choose a path that would involve these steps - I wanted to turn around, but oh no Dad was confident the Bob would handle it - and you of course squealed with delight as he bumped you down each step.  There are definitely moments like these when I see the "boy" in you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhJWdxIzQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vsXajRgF4tE/s1600-h/IMG_2221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhJWdxIzQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vsXajRgF4tE/s320/IMG_2221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352608807426510082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhKai27qbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-HytyLFZgEQ/s320/IMG_2242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352609977024096690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You have been growing like crazy the last month - there have been days that I look at you &amp;amp; swear you are bigger than just the day before. Lots of new tricks as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't captured it yet - but you know absolutely recognize your bottle.  You can be in the middle of crying to let us know we are taking to long getting it....then the second you see the bottle you stop, get a focused look - stick both your hands out for it &amp;amp; open up that mouth!  It is pretty funny.  You also like to hold onto the bottle now, after the first ~half and the immediate appetite is taken care of - you entertain yourself by pulling it out, dripping it around &amp;amp; then ferociously sucking again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have also mastered sucking your thumb.  I may regret this later - but right now its so cute &amp;amp; you are so content that I'm not willing to try &amp;amp; stop it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhJWHxRx1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/__ZlHp2VpMA/s1600-h/IMG_1823.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhJWHxRx1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/__ZlHp2VpMA/s1600-h/IMG_1823.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhJWHxRx1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/__ZlHp2VpMA/s320/IMG_1823.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352608801521518418" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhHfWuc9WI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NeakxJTvGAA/s1600-h/IMG_2308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhHfWuc9WI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NeakxJTvGAA/s320/IMG_2308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352606761131767138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have found your toes...endless entertainment to watch them, grab them...and you are currently working on getting them into your mouth (of course).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhHfh8XM4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/d4fDFLwkNgo/s320/IMG_2527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352606764142900098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhNsZpOdtI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6Fv0Xs1bgCk/s1600-h/IMG_2550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhNsZpOdtI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6Fv0Xs1bgCk/s320/IMG_2550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352613582323218130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the summer weather - we've been spending lots of time on the blanket under the magnolia tree.  You are a pro at rolling from your back onto your belly.  every other time your arm gets stuck underneath your belly &amp;amp; that is a bit annoying.  But with practice you are figuring out how to get both arms out in front- then you open those big eyes and take in the view all around.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhMgwuGtsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1x0yFGuErYw/s1600-h/IMG_1960.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhMgwuGtsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1x0yFGuErYw/s320/IMG_1960.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352612282847639234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that you are a bit sturdier - both Jack &amp;amp; Lainey are always wanting to lay &amp;amp; snuggle with you.  They rough house like crazy with each other - for now they are doing a mini Henry version with you - and you love it.  I'm sure you will be in full rough house mode w/ them before we know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhIchT_kgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/3xSv8EombAo/s1600-h/IMG_2568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhIchT_kgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/3xSv8EombAo/s320/IMG_2568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352607811945599490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhNsscPjQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qKcNVGjbHQg/s1600-h/IMG_2266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhNsscPjQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qKcNVGjbHQg/s320/IMG_2266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352613587369037058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The heat is also a great excuse for you to hang out in just your diaper.  The chubbiness is so inviting, we just can't help ourselves &amp;amp; we have found your two tickle spots - under your arms &amp;amp; squeezing your thighs. Giggles from you are one of my favorite things!  Along with giggling you have mastered making raspberry noises with your lips.  I managed to capture this on video - but my upload skills are still lacking - so that would delay this post for days, weeks - so I'll pass on that for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhIcJdWz0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ubHkt3iSbjk/s1600-h/IMG_2584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhIcJdWz0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ubHkt3iSbjk/s320/IMG_2584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352607805542420290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhMgfLGCQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6dKnDfl1JJs/s1600-h/IMG_2595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhMgfLGCQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6dKnDfl1JJs/s320/IMG_2595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352612278137391362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You popped your first tooth while in Santa Barbara - didn't seem too bad, just a little wimpy for a day or two.  Hopefully the rest go as smoothly!  In the last week your hair has really been coming in.  Your Nana says she has been massaging your head everyday to help it grow.  Her magic seems to be working on the top as you can see - but you still have a bald spot in the back for now.  I'll let her know you need extra massaging for that spot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhIb6k2_rI/AAAAAAAAAIo/qcZSdUz_v_8/s1600-h/IMG_2598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhIb6k2_rI/AAAAAAAAAIo/qcZSdUz_v_8/s320/IMG_2598.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352607801547357874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Phew - I think those are the highlights!  I am going to try my best to do quick little updates going forward....we'll see how that goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;love, mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhHfh8XM4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/d4fDFLwkNgo/s1600-h/IMG_2527.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5018984633383839594-2124808266203188002?l=henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1dc664df963cce9f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2124808266203188002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/lots-of-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/2124808266203188002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/2124808266203188002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/lots-of-stuff.html' title='lots of stuff'/><author><name>Adrienne Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481488376263986502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SkhJVzmaylI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LlU1bOdTz-U/s72-c/IMG_1544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018984633383839594.post-6780132392018730276</id><published>2009-05-22T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:10:43.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lainey &amp; Henry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Henry -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lainey is your official back seat companion &amp;amp; you absolutely love it.  She sings songs to you, chats, makes silly faces &amp;amp; keeps you completely entertained. I love it too b/c you have recently started to get bored in the backseat if its just you &amp;amp; me in the car.  It is also rather entertaining what Lainey will think of to keep you happy.  This morning on the way to school you started fussing, she tried to give you the pacifier &amp;amp; I guess you didn't want it.  Next thing I hear she says "Henry!"  I look in the mirror &amp;amp; all I can see is the back of her head as she is leaning in really close to you.  Lainey then looks up &amp;amp; tells me "Henry keeps sucking on my nose!"  She says this as if you have the ability to go after her nose....wonder if it has anything to do with her sticking her nose right in front of your open mouth.  So, in case there was any doubt - we now know you will suck on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of Lainey's favorite things to do these days is write on the whiteboard easel.  You aren't quite old enough to play teacher with her - but she often writes things about you on the board.  She called us over the other day to see "Hennrey is a happy silly boy!" and a cute drawing of you.  After telling her how much I loved the picture, I cautiously say, "Henry is spelled h-e-n-r-y, only one N and one E".  She looks at w/o blinking an eye, "No" and turns back to drawing on her whiteboard.  All righty then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally remembered to bring the camera to Lainey's softball game.  At her request - you were dressed in one of your baseball outfits for the occasion.  Didn't get a picture of your outfit - but few good ones of Lainey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Shcv4ee_PjI/AAAAAAAAAII/Y10mKIgcmtw/s1600-h/IMG_1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Shcv4ee_PjI/AAAAAAAAAII/Y10mKIgcmtw/s320/IMG_1149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338788530573229618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Shcv4CIY-3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/QPQPc-jxuyY/s1600-h/IMG_1152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Shcv4CIY-3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/QPQPc-jxuyY/s320/IMG_1152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338788522962254706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news....you rolled over for the first time yesterday!  You've definitely been getting better at tummy time, but I was quite surprised.  You started pushing with one arm, wobbled a little and then boom - all the way over from your belly to your back.  Jack &amp;amp; I were watching and gave you all sorts of applause when you were done.  You were quite pleased with yourself &amp;amp; lots of grins &amp;amp; squeals followed.  A few minutes later I put you back on your belly to see if you would do it again.  Uh, no - you didn't like this at all &amp;amp; immediately protested as if to say Jeez mom, can't you be happy w/ one roll? Sorry kiddo, I'm thoroughly impressed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/ShbnXbhmX1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/8MQpB5cTYgg/s1600-h/IMG_1183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/ShbnXbhmX1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/8MQpB5cTYgg/s320/IMG_1183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338708798005993298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been enjoying lots of lunchtime visits from Auntie Sara...and your Dad &amp;amp; I even had date night this week &amp;amp; you hung out at Sara's with Ryan.  Ryan thought you were pretty fun &amp;amp; was nice enough to give you one of his favorite books about fire trucks from when he was younger.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/ShbnY6bCFXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/evirKbHKR14/s1600-h/IMG_1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/ShbnY6bCFXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/evirKbHKR14/s320/IMG_1176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338708823479817586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After your bath this morning happily talking to your friend the cow.  I'm not sure what it is - but something about laying on your changing table, you love it.  You talk to the cow, stare out the window, my patience w/ standing there usually ends before you tired of hanging out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/ShbpztcMNSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/6TU3bA9z37k/s1600-h/IMG_1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/ShbpztcMNSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/6TU3bA9z37k/s320/IMG_1197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338711482874737954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/ShbnYhdLx3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/X3Y-k_8HbJY/s1600-h/IMG_1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/ShbnYhdLx3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/X3Y-k_8HbJY/s320/IMG_1195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338708816777955186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're headed to Manteca this weekend for a tournament - you are quite the baseball fan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5018984633383839594-6780132392018730276?l=henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6780132392018730276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/lainey-henry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/6780132392018730276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/6780132392018730276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/lainey-henry.html' title='Lainey &amp; Henry'/><author><name>Adrienne Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481488376263986502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Shcv4ee_PjI/AAAAAAAAAII/Y10mKIgcmtw/s72-c/IMG_1149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018984633383839594.post-1262125734309844215</id><published>2009-05-16T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:35:00.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Bigs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Henry -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad &amp;amp; I had our first night away last weekend for our anniversary &amp;amp; it was wonderful!  You were in great care for the occasion - Nana, Granfeather and Aunt Malisa ALL spent the night at our house with you.  You charmed all day &amp;amp; them impressed them by sleeping from 7:30 - 7:30.  Malisa was prepared to be woken up early by you....not quite what she expected to be  woken up at 6:30 by your grans chatting &amp;amp; cracking each other up!  The next day was Mothers Day and you all joined us &amp;amp; we spent a relaxing day in Half Moon Bay ending with soup &amp;amp; pie at Duartes - yumm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/ShDdZiQ2PlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/N5SbiLYA1Fc/s200/IMG_1113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337008989197975122" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Sg-YEjbI0MI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/d0fEhWVw3gE/s1600-h/IMG_1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Sg-YEGqWn5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ks5c0gSv15o/s1600-h/IMG_1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Dad &amp;amp; I have a love of "the little things" - so here are some of the little things I love about you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  your smile.  Almost guaranteed to get a smile when someone does raspberry lips for you.  But the best is when out of nowhere you look at me &amp;amp; crack a big grin, as if its just for me :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  your eyelashes are so long!  It is usually the first thing people comment on when they meet you - either your long eyelashes or your big eyes (they are rather dreamy your Dad says.  You lost an eyelash the other day....I plucked it off your check &amp;amp; I couldn't resist measuring it - 3/4 of an inch!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  every night I put you down in your crib head to one end &amp;amp; foot to the other.  Every morning I go to get you from the crib - you are diagonal in the crib.  The part that makes me laugh is you manage to turn yourself the same way each time - head to the left, feet to the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think your current favorite activity is doing the airplane with Dad.  He lifts you up, zooms you around, smacks you with kisses &amp;amp; then back down for landing.  You get really excited &amp;amp; anticipate the next lift off...  You make a rather goofy grin - it really looks like you want to laugh, just haven't figured out how to make that sound quite yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/ShGMVb2kOzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/p-Ng4REVx1Q/s1600-h/IMG_1109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/ShGMVb2kOzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/p-Ng4REVx1Q/s200/IMG_1109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337201333292514098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/ShGMVcPTs4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zDAcGUxczhw/s1600-h/IMG_1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/ShGMVcPTs4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zDAcGUxczhw/s200/IMG_1108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337201333396288386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Sg-YEGqWn5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ks5c0gSv15o/s1600-h/IMG_1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Sg-YEGqWn5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ks5c0gSv15o/s200/IMG_1135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336651279732481938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you fly around - lots of drool as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Sg-YEjbI0MI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/d0fEhWVw3gE/s1600-h/IMG_1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Sg-YEjbI0MI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/d0fEhWVw3gE/s200/IMG_1141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336651287453290690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've just discovered that you can stand.  Well, so my arms are holding you up - but you have the strength to push up with your legs &amp;amp; can hold the weight of your body up.  You seem to quite enjoy the new perspective looking at things this way.  The funny thing is most of the time you "stand" with your legs crossed - we will have to work on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You continue exploring by putting everything possible in your mouth.  You can definitely grip onto things &amp;amp; once it is in your mouth you have a blast....getting it into your mouth is the big challenge right now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/ShGJTo5kq0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_p8ks1WVaB8/s1600-h/IMG_1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/ShGJTo5kq0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_p8ks1WVaB8/s200/IMG_1127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337198003900164930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/ShGJTZwpoGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/W34ARDIeuDE/s1600-h/IMG_1131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/ShGJTZwpoGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/W34ARDIeuDE/s200/IMG_1131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337197999836209250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.  We've named the monkey Cha-Cha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5018984633383839594-1262125734309844215?l=henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1262125734309844215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-henry-dad-i-had-our-first-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/1262125734309844215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/1262125734309844215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-henry-dad-i-had-our-first-night.html' title='Flying Bigs!'/><author><name>Adrienne Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481488376263986502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/ShDdZiQ2PlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/N5SbiLYA1Fc/s72-c/IMG_1113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018984633383839594.post-3039070215943027882</id><published>2009-05-04T14:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:41:50.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months</title><content type='html'>Dear Henry - &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No Dr appt for this month - so I did an unofficial weigh-in today: 14.2 lbs.  Thats another ~pound &amp;amp; a half in the last month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Highlight of the 3 month mark: sleep! I think I can officially say you are sleeping through the night! Its been ~2 weeks so I don't think I will jinx it by writing it down - you now tend to go to bed around 8 and sleep ALL THE WAY through until 6/7 am. It is amazing! We haven't had to do any sleep training, cry it out, that some of your friends have tortured their parents with....your Dad &amp;amp; I are very pleased. I will brace myself for teething, or a trip, or something else to disturb your sleeping - but for now I am enjoying it. Jack &amp;amp; Lainey were apparently both good sleepers early on too - so must be your Dad has the good sleep gene :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've recently made a new friend - a little stuffed monkey. I guess we should give him a name - seems like a good thing for Lainey &amp;amp; Jack to think off. I tried him out with you the other day &amp;amp; you immediately liked him - got all smiley as I had the monkey give you kisses. You wrapped your arms around him, pulled him towards you &amp;amp; yup - jammed him up against your face to try to get any part of the monkey into your mouth. I will admit it looks a bit like a make out session w/ the monkey :-) The picture doesn't quite do it justice - but you provided us all with a good laugh by managing to find the banana to suck on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332422914088476050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SgCSY1JlnZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cpuzLsrIcv4/s200/IMG_1075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are making major progress with your hands - no problems these days getting them to your mouth. You tend to suck on your first one or two fingers. I'm curious if you will stick with that or migrate over to your thumb at some point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can also now grab onto a lot of things - its been funny to see which things get your attention. There is a little cow toy that is hanging right next to your changing table. For a while you've seemed to be looking at him, chatting with him &amp;amp; reaching for him. You have now gotten pretty good at grabbing ahold of him &amp;amp; pulling him down on top of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332422904681450226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SgCSYSGxyvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZCwPAEPT2T0/s200/IMG_1082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday you took notice of the parrot hanging above you. (I guess you like animals - monkey, cow, parrot - ha!) I was so impressed that you could grab him &amp;amp; that I managed to capture it on video - that I finally got my act together to figure out how to import videos - here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b1f2515efd078850" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db1f2515efd078850%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331136228%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10F87357925A8B035F52256B52293CC77ACE1980.6B327B37DD512373C3EF8B02685D816191A97A9E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db1f2515efd078850%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI1iTjAnVRizkpvni1YThO2ihYco&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db1f2515efd078850%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331136228%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10F87357925A8B035F52256B52293CC77ACE1980.6B327B37DD512373C3EF8B02685D816191A97A9E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db1f2515efd078850%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI1iTjAnVRizkpvni1YThO2ihYco&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few seconds after I stopped recording - you got extremely frustrated you couldn't get more to your mouth &amp;amp; kicked into high gear with your crying....Monkey to the rescue &amp;amp; as soon as I handed him to you, you happily shoved him towards your face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been practicing on your tummy as well, developing arm stregnth:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332422917133791618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SgCSZAfpcYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/X0H6pKa_uck/s200/IMG_1040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Cinco de Mayo today - and we are going to a little fiesta at SFSF with your fan club!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5018984633383839594-3039070215943027882?l=henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b1f2515efd078850&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3039070215943027882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/3039070215943027882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/3039070215943027882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-months.html' title='3 Months'/><author><name>Adrienne Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481488376263986502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SgCSY1JlnZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cpuzLsrIcv4/s72-c/IMG_1075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018984633383839594.post-4776052281504484128</id><published>2009-04-21T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:35:48.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Germain Visit</title><content type='html'>Dear Henry -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were busy this last weekend - Uncle Jeff, Addie, Jasper &amp;amp; Papa Mike all came to visit! On Friday we wanted to head to SF &amp;amp; tour Alcatraz. Your dad &amp;amp; I decided you might not appreciate the tour...and since Nana is on spring break, she agreed to hang out with you for the day. So you missed out on SF - but you got spoiled &amp;amp; got to meet Pam &amp;amp; Gloria at her house. Alcatraz tour was sold out...so instead the big kids got treats &amp;amp; we headed over to the beach in Marin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327248745798790802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se4wgmN7bpI/AAAAAAAAADY/6L5m1g7MOeM/s200/IMG_0915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327248748776429250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se4wgxT2lsI/AAAAAAAAADg/2at0n5zq4tY/s200/IMG_0920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327248753907375426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se4whEbKnUI/AAAAAAAAADo/uQjx8NXxVus/s200/IMG_0922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the weekend we hung around here &amp;amp; you got lots of good time to get to know everyone. You hung out on the front porch for quite some time in your bouncy chair, pretty sure you felt like part of the conversation with Uncle Jeff &amp;amp; Papa Mike - so were quite happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327288516965919778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se5UrlXFbCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/e8_3ZKqV0MU/s200/IMG_0929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327288520369837442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se5UryCpFYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/R1iNg-u8ZOw/s200/IMG_0932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls were connected at the hip most of the weekend - crafts with Gran, a picnic on the lawn &amp;amp; getting cozy - they let you join in for a little cozy time while they watched a movie in the morning. Notice Lainey gets closer, closer, closer....this is how you &amp;amp; Lainey cuddling usually works. You look a little scared in the last one, wimpers started a few seconds later &amp;amp; Dad swooped you up before full on tears, lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327258626639909938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se45fvOB1DI/AAAAAAAAADw/Cy4EpTxQVBo/s200/IMG_0943.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327258630484762674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se45f9itoDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FZ59NLgx2gQ/s200/IMG_0948.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327547966295686354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se9AphbovNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DmByDXCtZV0/s200/IMG_0949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327547970590288866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se9ApxbjK-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/KGS4NY6NPO4/s200/IMG_0950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327547974666534082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se9AqAnZvMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/17sKh9PoLDY/s200/IMG_0951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack &amp;amp; Jasper were out all day on skates, bikes, scooters, etc with the rest of the neighborhood boys. Was fun to see the cousins instantly click &amp;amp; have a blast goofing off &amp;amp; hanging. This was the first hot weekend of the year - and the big kids found their way to the swimming hole near us - you missed out on this one too - maybe in a few years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327610510410472242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se95iEanWzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NNgvCwvIVC4/s200/IMG_0969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327610507897177490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se95h7DZhZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-ppBKD8pabQ/s200/IMG_0955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrapped up the weekend with meal of Peninsula Creamery shakes &amp;amp; pizza at the park. Before the big kids ran off to the playground - I managed to convince all the kids to do a photo with Granfeather....a little challenging to get everyone to smile for the same photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327276595571935746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se5J1qtRSgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ziYysb5z4U0/s200/IMG_0999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327276592123313890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se5J1d3DfuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BfP9r5lygq0/s200/IMG_0998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327276604626987234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se5J2McKaOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nGRgmcY3mAk/s200/IMG_1003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Your main interest these days is your hands. Most often they are in your mouth, you try your best to get the entire fist in your mouth &amp;amp; to produce as much slobber as possible. You also spend a lot of time just staring at them &amp;amp; checking out your fingers and crazy shapes you can make - maybe you are starting your hippie dancing practice now :-)  Even when you are resting, you like to clasp your hands together &amp;amp; rest them on top of your belly (which is rather impressive these days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327244086037256274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se4sRXQNGFI/AAAAAAAAADI/ag5vAhwNSeI/s200/IMG_1030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327244081985781618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se4sRIKQf3I/AAAAAAAAADA/-IuuLPDaFek/s200/IMG_1018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to have conversation with me, doesn't really matter about what - you will listen as I describe how I'm folding the laundry - your main concern is that you are sitting close by and I talk to you a lot so you don't feel like you are alone. If I am silent too long (say a minute, lol) - you give a few panicky cries as my warning - and usually are content if I quickly pick up the conversation. I can get a lot of smiles from you now when we are chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327244076220406706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se4sQyrr27I/AAAAAAAAAC4/VZLxbLzXMNI/s200/IMG_1033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327244074511859314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se4sQsUVfnI/AAAAAAAAACw/nq3HdORUsu8/s200/IMG_1036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;You continue to impress us with your will to sleep - to mark 10 weeks old you eliminated another feeding - so now you go to bed about 8, sleep until 3-4ish, eat quickly in your sleepy zombie state &amp;amp; then go back to sleep until 7ish. Its been about 2 weeks that you've been doing this most nights - and I love it! The best part is that I don't feel obligated to go to sleep the second you do - I can stay up "late" until, say, 9:30 and hang out with Dad - and then I still get a good night sleep. Next we need to work on an easier time getting you to go to sleep w/o being rocked &amp;amp; sshhhhed - but I'll take this for now :-) When you wake up, you don't imediately cry of hunger - and I've caught you a few times gazing up from your crib:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327248740250543314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se4wgRjH5NI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sPJm3N18D_4/s200/IMG_0904v.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe we are almost to 3 months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5018984633383839594-4776052281504484128?l=henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4776052281504484128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/germain-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/4776052281504484128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/4776052281504484128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/germain-visit.html' title='Germain Visit'/><author><name>Adrienne Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481488376263986502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Se4wgmN7bpI/AAAAAAAAADY/6L5m1g7MOeM/s72-c/IMG_0915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018984633383839594.post-4551383658811843994</id><published>2009-04-07T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:49:00.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 month update - I forgot...</title><content type='html'>Henry -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I forgot the update from your 2 month check-up with Dr Dennis. You are now 24 inches and weigh 12 lb 13 oz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part of the visit....your check-up was on Monday &amp;amp; you hadn't pooped since Wednesday.  When we get to the appointment - we start off by getting you stripped down to be weighed.  As soon as a pick you up of the scale I put a clean diaper on you so we don't have a fire hose incident while waiting for Dr Dennis.  The nurse gave me a questionaire to fill out &amp;amp; the last item is "any concerns to discuss?"  So I made a note on there to discuss w/ Dr Dennis "frequency of pooping".  Dr. Dennis came in, we go through the rest of the questionaire - things like do your eyes follow an object, can you lift your head 45 degrees - and then get to my concerns.  Dr. Dennis assures me that so long as you don't seem uncomfortable, which you haven't - not to worry about 4 days &amp;amp; that some babies may go 8,9,10 days &amp;amp; be just fine (I can't imagine!).  During this whole conversation - I'm holding you with just your diaper on &amp;amp; at some point I feel a serious rumbling going on.  hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finish talking &amp;amp; Dr. Dennis is ready to examine you &amp;amp; so wants to take the diaper off.  I warn - I think we may have a dirty diaper to contend with.  Dr. looks at me curiously as we've just had this conversation about you not pooping &amp;amp; says, no problem I can handle the diaper.  He opens it up, peers in - looks back at me &amp;amp; says "hope you've brought a lot of wipes!"  The volume was like nothing I've ever seen before &amp;amp; the timing was hilarious.  Both the Dr &amp;amp; I had a good laugh as we got you cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dad later &amp;amp; he suspects you were trying to bulk-up for the 2 month "weigh-in"   We didn't weigh you again, but I suspect you could have lost an ounce or two :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a funny guy Bigs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, mama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5018984633383839594-4551383658811843994?l=henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4551383658811843994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-month-update-i-forgot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/4551383658811843994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/4551383658811843994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-month-update-i-forgot.html' title='2 month update - I forgot...'/><author><name>Adrienne Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481488376263986502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018984633383839594.post-7238634295019095030</id><published>2009-04-06T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:57:07.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karen &amp; Daphne Visit!</title><content type='html'>Dear Henry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun with Karen &amp;amp; Daphne visiting - we didn't want them to go home! Friday was one of the first great spring weather days - you were kind enough to share your playmate with Daphne &amp;amp; we hung out on the lawn. I'll be honest - I have recently been impressed w/ how "active" you have become laying on the playmate - lots of kicking, coo-ing &amp;amp; you seem to be checking out the animal friends hanging above you. Well - laying next to Daphne (granted she is 4 mos older than you)....turns out - you aren't so active, lol. She was chatting it up, grabbing the animals, making raspberry sounds, laughing - was quite fun. Makes me realize how much you will keep changing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321739274438865634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SdqdrKAscuI/AAAAAAAAABg/whOK4DaotRU/s200/IMG_0814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321738141207749954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SdqcpMZV5UI/AAAAAAAAABY/oX-3zeY0olw/s200/IMG_0810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On Saturday, Granfeather invited us to her house - and she decked out the whole garden to make it cozy for us. Nana joined and Rony too - now that I realize you were the solo boy with 5 ladies, what a lucky man. We enjoyed catching up, snacking, sipping &amp;amp; laughing in the garden - was a great spring day (you will learn I looove being outside &amp;amp; good weather). The Grans enjoyed meeting Daphne for the first time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321742006940593394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SdqgKNX37PI/AAAAAAAAABo/4RF5AATK6CY/s200/IMG_0838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321742020277044546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SdqgK_DiBUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KU9UpEaR21A/s200/IMG_0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321742013211299986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SdqgKku7UJI/AAAAAAAAABw/x6RNUfOi-xM/s200/IMG_0842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321742017686912498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SdqgK1Z_vfI/AAAAAAAAACA/SUBlRSd8dUg/s200/IMG_0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We couldn't resist a cozy baby photo shoot - so we propped you up &amp;amp; it was hilarious:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SdqjJcQbTvI/AAAAAAAAACg/G4tPwTOh5DM/s1600-h/IMG_0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321745292290903794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SdqjJcQbTvI/AAAAAAAAACg/G4tPwTOh5DM/s200/IMG_0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SdqjJf2eYcI/AAAAAAAAACY/3L6ENyJm9Cc/s1600-h/IMG_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SdqjJC4hLCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WAEEJpZuZQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321745285479738402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SdqjJC4hLCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WAEEJpZuZQ8/s200/IMG_0877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SdqjIwDkSJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdFxcdGqMRw/s1600-h/IMG_0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321745280425805970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SdqjIwDkSJI/AAAAAAAAACI/UdFxcdGqMRw/s200/IMG_0882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SdqjJf2eYcI/AAAAAAAAACY/3L6ENyJm9Cc/s1600-h/IMG_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SdqjJf2eYcI/AAAAAAAAACY/3L6ENyJm9Cc/s1600-h/IMG_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if you knew that it was your 8-week birthday....you decided to sleep for 6.5 hours to mark the occasion! Up until then, you have not slept more than ~4 hours at a time so we were shocked (and thrilled). After ~4 hours - I made Dad check on you a few times to make sure you were OK b/c I couldn't believe it.  We thought surely the rest of the night would be rough...but the best part was you ate pretty quickly &amp;amp; then went back to sleep for another 3.5 hours. We love this! Everynight since then we've had one stretch of 5-6 hours - I hope I don't jinx it by writing it here :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another plus on the sleep front - you have definitely taken notice of the mobile hanging above your crib. You are now content (at least sometimes) to hang out a bit &amp;amp; zone out looking up before falling asleep. We are practicing putting you into your crib when you are sleepy, but not quite asleep, so you can learn to fall asleep by yourself. I haven't mastered the art of putting you down in the window before you are too tired - but works sometimes &amp;amp; we'll keep trying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are losing lots of your newborn hair. The funny thing is Dad had just asked me if you were losing - and I said, Nope, don't think so. Next time I picked you up out of the crib - I noticed a nice collection of fuzzy hair accumulating. Guess you are losing! Its more apparent now - you can tell the "new growth" all on the top of your head &amp;amp; then the back/sides is still darker &amp;amp; longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the spring weather, you have been wearing a tie-die outfit...this is a special one of William's &amp;amp; I think you are super cute in tie-die. We can't wait for you to meet William &amp;amp; Maya. Jack &amp;amp; Lainey will ask us, "when do we get to see the fun kids at the cabin again?" and I think you will also find them lots of fun. Your dad &amp;amp; I think their parents are pretty fun too :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321748779684364786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SdqmUbz0gfI/AAAAAAAAACo/sUyFPAoYXf0/s200/IMG_0850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Bigs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5018984633383839594-7238634295019095030?l=henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7238634295019095030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/karen-daphne-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/7238634295019095030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/7238634295019095030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/karen-daphne-visit.html' title='Karen &amp; Daphne Visit!'/><author><name>Adrienne Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481488376263986502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/SdqdrKAscuI/AAAAAAAAABg/whOK4DaotRU/s72-c/IMG_0814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018984633383839594.post-239695452195280684</id><published>2009-03-30T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:27:41.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><content type='html'>This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/r/testpost"&gt;&lt;img alt="flickr" src="http://www.flickr.com/images/flickr_logo_blog.gif" width="41" height="18" border="0" align="absmiddle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a fancy photo sharing thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5018984633383839594-239695452195280684?l=henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/239695452195280684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/flickr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/239695452195280684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/239695452195280684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/flickr.html' title='Flickr'/><author><name>Adrienne Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481488376263986502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018984633383839594.post-2676300375136319500</id><published>2009-03-25T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:58:49.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Season!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear Henry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball season has begun &amp;amp; you are on your way to being a big fan! We've been to 3 games so far...you get all cozy in the Bob and can the offroad onto the grass &amp;amp; dirt to find a good spot to watch. When you wake up - we'll get you out so you can watch Jack. You also don't seem to mind the attention of the other boys &amp;amp; parents coo-ing at you :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317265234468237458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Scq4jwUDcJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/a9fuf_Z7QLU/s200/IMG_0772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317265241484636674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Scq4kKc5MgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PyfPczWYgow/s200/IMG_0786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &amp;amp; Jack have a mutual affection for each other. I hope this is always the case - but for the inevitable times when brothers quarrel, or you are unsure of how much he cares - I will describe for you. A few nights ago - Dad, Jack, you &amp;amp; I went to one of our fave spots, Zibbibo, for dinner. Jack doted on you the whole time - Dad &amp;amp; I enjoyed a nice dinner together - everyone was happy :-) We walked into town &amp;amp; Jack pushed your stroller the whole way - chatting to you about baseball, singing his goofy song "Henry farted, Henry's happy, Henry's silly...." for you. We got to the restaurant &amp;amp; situated your carseat right next to Jack's seat. He lay his head down on the edge of your blankets &amp;amp; "napped" with you. When you woke up hungry, he gave you your bottle. A short stint with me to burp you &amp;amp; you fell asleep on my chest. Jack of course wanted you cozy on his chest - so I passed you over - and a few minutes later overhear Jack as he is snuggling you "Henry, I'm going to protect you from everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has a nack for getting you cozy to sleep at night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Scq6-DLtEdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hHYe9QtHoK0/s1600-h/IMG_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317267885233344978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Scq6-DLtEdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hHYe9QtHoK0/s200/IMG_0803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you guys like to hang out in the morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Scq6-gxR5lI/AAAAAAAAABA/WMZGI25hxck/s1600-h/IMG_0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317267893175576146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Scq6-gxR5lI/AAAAAAAAABA/WMZGI25hxck/s200/IMG_0808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have figured out how to get your hand in your mouth. This is supposed to be good "self soothing" but it is making it a little confusing to tell when you are hungry vs just enjoying your slobbering on your hand. You haven't quite singled out your thumb - but I think you will follow in Lainey's footsteps &amp;amp; be a thumb sucker. Lainey, Dad &amp;amp; I were watching you do this the other day - and Lainey was about to demonstrate her technique which involved draping her blankie-boo on her head, rubbing her cheek with a finger and sucking her thumb all at the same time. So as Lainey is saying this is how I used to do it - she paused, looked confused at both her hands &amp;amp; announced that she no longer remembers which thumb she used to suck! This is quite a change - the last 6 months of the retainer really broke the habit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just celebrated Lainey's 7th birthday. You slept through most of the celebration, but the rest of us &amp;amp; the neighborhood kids all enjoyed the cupcakes. You also joined Dad, Lainey &amp;amp; I on a shopping trip for her bday - again you slept through most of the adventure, lol. You are definitely becoming more alert for stints every day - but sleeping is still a big passtime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Scq6_VGIMTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2n8F9GJ2CmM/s1600-h/IMG_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317267907221664050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Scq6_VGIMTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2n8F9GJ2CmM/s200/IMG_0802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Scq6_Keqo1I/AAAAAAAAABI/1AbuflAee3o/s1600-h/IMG_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317267904371794770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Scq6_Keqo1I/AAAAAAAAABI/1AbuflAee3o/s200/IMG_0796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to Karen &amp;amp; Daphne coming to visit this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5018984633383839594-2676300375136319500?l=henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2676300375136319500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/baseball-season.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/2676300375136319500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/2676300375136319500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/baseball-season.html' title='Baseball Season!'/><author><name>Adrienne Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481488376263986502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ChoPZw1O4o/Scq4jwUDcJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/a9fuf_Z7QLU/s72-c/IMG_0772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018984633383839594.post-7470096407097074776</id><published>2009-03-05T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:14:33.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month already!</title><content type='html'>Dear Henry -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saying is so true - you are already growing up quickly! We just had your 1 month check-up and you inspired me to start writing down all the amazing things about you. As expected, the majority of your first month has been spent eating, sleeping &amp;amp; pooping. Despite the limited activities - you have kept us on our toes as we get to know each other &amp;amp; do our best to figure out what you want. No doubt about it, you are in charge right now :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came home with jaundice so we had to have you sleep on a "bili blanket" every night - which was a huge pain. It was a long plastic strip, attached to a vacuum cord &amp;amp; plugged into a machine which makes the plastic light up. You didn't like it &amp;amp; we didn't either. We went to see Dr Dennis a lot to check on your jaundice - and eating was the big focus - Dr. Dennis wanted you to gain 1+ ounce/day to help reduce the bilirubin in your blood. I was a bit stressed to make sure you were eating enough...feeding took adjusting for both of us, but we figured it out. From a Wed appt to Friday - you gained 4 oz! That was enough for Dr Dennis to say we "graduated" and no more checkups, I was very proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That weekend at age 2 weeks - you went with us on your first vacation. Your dad is great at surprises that I love &amp;amp; he found an awesome house for us for Valentines weekend in Mendocino right on the coast. Both of your grandmas thought we were crazy to go away - but we promised them we would keep you extra bundled. After we unloaded 4 bags, the pack'n'play, the bouncy seat, extra blankets, coolers....we got settled in &amp;amp; had a great time. No cell phone coverage, no work emails for dad - we just hung out by the fire, cooked some great food for ourselves and ooohed &amp;amp; aahed over you - just what we needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a lucky little guy gettng lots of love from your brother &amp;amp; sister - you get a kiss as soon as they get home from school &amp;amp; every morning before they leave. They are both eager to hold you, push your stroller, give you the bottle - just want nothing to do with your diapers. They have however been very impressed with your farts, which has been cause for a lot of good laughs for all of us.  It is pretty amazing that such an explosion can come from a little guy. They have agreed that you are the best farter of the family, lol. You will appreciate later that this is intended to be a compliment!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of nicknames already - Dad started calling you "Bigs" and that has stuck &amp;amp; we have all been calling you variations - Biggie, Biggo, Big Guy. You should know Jack is the original Bigs - so you have big footsteps to follow in :-) Lainey likes "Hen" for short - but usually calls you "Dude". This is often when she is an inch from your face &amp;amp; checking you out "Dude, look at your ears. Dude, you have long fingers.  Dude, Dude Dude!" A few people have taken to Hank &amp;amp; I will admit I call you "Midget" - although given the size of your hands &amp;amp; feet - I don't think you will be small for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very expressive with your hands &amp;amp; arms all over the place, if possible you like to have your hands near your face &amp;amp; are already really close to figuring out how to suck on your fingers. Aunt Malisa thinks you may be a dancer &amp;amp; Lainey suggests a Karate star b/c of all your cool arm moves. When you are really pissed you clench both fists &amp;amp; shake both hands as if you are mixing a cocktail - I know you are unhappy but I think its really funny. Combine that with your "i'm really upset cry" that sounds like a billy goat - its really cute &amp;amp; pathetic at the same time. I promise I try to make you happy as fast as I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite place to sleep is on someones chest &amp;amp; you have a nack for nuzzling your way down to have your head above the heart of your "pillow". I think if you could pick a favorite it is dad, but Granfeather &amp;amp; Nana are close ties &amp;amp; they have the advantage of being perfectly willing to sit on the couch for 2+ hours while you sleep on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe all the little ways you are changing already:&lt;br /&gt;-  your eyelashes are a lot darker&lt;br /&gt;-  your favorite passtime from your first week was sucking on your bottom lip &amp;amp; you already seem to have stopped that&lt;br /&gt;-  you've developed a sucking blister which has fallen off &amp;amp; returned a few times&lt;br /&gt;-  you are really strong with your neck &amp;amp; head movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the results of your 1 month check up - you have grown from 20" to 22" already, and weigh 10 pounds 15 ounces.  The accountant in me had to calculate the average - nearly 1.5 ounces a day!  No wonder it feels like I am feeding you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was a long note (it took me multiple nap sessions to get this in) and I'm going to end here b/c I think you are ready to eat again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Bigs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5018984633383839594-7470096407097074776?l=henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7470096407097074776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-month-already.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/7470096407097074776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5018984633383839594/posts/default/7470096407097074776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrygermainandfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-month-already.html' title='1 month already!'/><author><name>Adrienne Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481488376263986502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
