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Saturday, August 23, 2008

Benevolent Baby

Henry is a good eater and this has been well documented. But Henry has also found that he doesn't need all of the food that's given to him. While plenty of it ends up on the floor, on his face, in his hair, and on his chest -- because he refuses to sport a bib -- he's also found that sharing his food is a nice thing to do, too. What a benevolent baby! Sharing his O's with his Momma. And such a good waver to all of his fans and family, too!

Friday, August 22, 2008

When you can't pack, pic!

Doctor's orders are that I am not allowed to lift anything over 5 lbs until the staples come out of my back next Tuesday. As a point of reference a gallon of milk weighs 8 lbs. So during this transitional period while we pack up everything from our condo - our only home in Chicago for the last 4 years, and prepare to move, I'm pretty much useless. But I can type, and I can take pictures of the kid, and when the internet lets me, I can share them with you.

Sunday night will be Henry Jay & The Ohlhoffs first night in our new home. A 1 month rental of a 2 bedroom apartment until we move to Oak Park October 1. " It's just one month... It's just one month... Then, home sweet home," that's what I keep telling myself.

Thinking back on all that Ali and I have been through in this home, well, it's enough to get pretty misty eyed, so I don't permit myself that often. Besides, thinking ahead to what awaits us in Oak Park is pretty exciting it's tough not to focus on that.

And of course there's always Grandpa Jay to keep us entertained when we allow him to take a break from packing.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

When is a laundry basket, not a laundry basket?

When your mother flips it over, removes the handles so it travels smoothly, and it becomes the tool that helps you take your first steps.

You see, most people think laundry baskets are for containing and/or transporting either clean or dirty laundry. But when you're a baby you break the rules. You try new things. And you discover wonderful new uses and powers in otherwise average ordinary items, (obviously this becomes especially true when you have a mother who has the ingenuity to provide the proper environment and tools with which to develop these discoveries).

And now may I present to you, how Henry Jay, with the help of Ali, and the encouragement of his baby play-date Ethan, turned a laundry basket into a walker...

Yup, first steps people.

Can the unaided variety be that far behind?

(Apologies for the flip of the camera onto it's side. You'll need to tilt your neck to the right, but I correct it right side up shortly after).

Friday, August 15, 2008

What's not to love about a naked baby?

Especially when that baby is Henry Jay, and he's 1) modest enough to keep he private parts private, and 2) cordial enough to give a great big smile to the camera?

Ali's mom Iris is spending the weekend here helping us get packed up for the first big move. I would be more than happy to help with the packing, but, well, doctor's orders and all. How about that timing huh? Back surgery two weeks before moving houses. What a help I will be.

So that's our weekend plan and I just can't be sure how involved it all will be, so if this is the only post you get for the weekend, well I hope it tides you over. And if I get to post more often, well then we all win.

Thursday, August 14, 2008


I can't tell if it's "Basta" or "Pasta" but something that Ali is saying to Henry at dinnertime, and the way in which she's saying it, has him in stitches. I've just been called in to man the camera while Ali works her Mommy magic at the dinner table.

By the way, what's being served for dinner, is squash. So your guess is as good as mine as to how this all got started or what it means.



Kate Beaton is a talented comic from Nova Scotia whose illustrations may leave a little to be desired on the detail and realism front, but the humor certainly does not. Here's a couple from the Nonsense area of her website that had Ali and I both cracking up.

For the first, I can assure you that the prize inside the baby on the floor is never money.


It is almost always poop. And when it isn't poop it just smells like poop, and occasionally it is barf.

Second, I proudly look forward to the day when a young Henry Jay gazes up at me from his books about dogs or what to use and not use your teeth for, or about the maturing young person in relation to the pooping process, or Dick and Jane; and he says to me, "Dad, this reading shit is crazy."


I told you that this little buster had teeth. And as if the bruises up and down Ali's upper arms weren't enough proof that he's been using them to take bites out of anything he can, well then this photographic evidence should suffice.

Ali just had him wrapped up in her arms laying in bed next to me and was tickling him under his chin. Then he showed off those choppers of his. It reminds me of the line from the 1984 movie Romancing The Stone where a villain is describing his pet alligator, "look at them choppers..."

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Henry and His Blueberries

Ali recently found a brand of organic dried fruits and vegetables that are the perfect finger food for Henry. These little containers of dried peas (which are delicious!), blueberries, little strips of carrot, etc. make great snacks; and Ali and I readily admit to helping ourselves to them as well. Needless to say Henry's been devouring them as hors d'oeuvres along with the rest of his meals -- various jars of baby food, yogurt, cheerios, plums, pluots, bananas, even grapes, which we painstakingly quarter and peel. I just thought this little video of him with a dried blueberry was funny.

Notice the tuft of hair sticking out on the back of his head -- his hair continues to come in, slowly, and light as could be. My son is a strawberry blond! This silly tuft in the back looks a little like a baby version of a mullet -- baby business up front, but baby party in the back.

And you can also see that he's learned to clap. Usually we prompt him and he claps with reckless abandon along with us, but I guess sometimes he just feels like clapping for himself. Or in this case, for blueberries.

Henry on Parade

Lately one of Henry's favorite pastimes is to go for a ride in a box. In one of Ali's more blatant displays of ingenuity and resourcefulness, she tied a scarf to one end of a box, lined the box with a blanket, and plopped Henry inside it. She then began dragging Henry up and down the hallway as if he were on parade. He LOVED it.

He's also getting better at waving so there should be a post any day now demonstrating this latest skill of his. Just last night he waved goodbye to me before he was whisked away to bed, so it won't be too long before he'll be giving his audience (me), a wave from his float during his next parade.

I think the funniest part of it all is that this is happening in one of his diapers boxes. I can just imagine Henry as a grandfather one day, telling his grandkids about the economic downturn of '08 and how his favorite toy involved being dragged around in a cardboard box. Those were tough days!

Hmmm, he does have his birthday coming in just over a month... Perhaps we'll upgrade him to a more suitable parading device then. After all, come October 1 he's going to have more than just a hallway for his parading -- he's going to have an enormous yard in Oak Park!