The other night Hank went to sleep and woke up the next morning closer to his first birthday that he was to the day he was born. It’s been
He’s my kid so obviously he lives
In many ways, Hank is the amalgamation of both of his siblings. When this boy was born he was Indy’s twin but now he looks a lot like Harper did at this point in her first year. Easy-going and calm, his demeanor is much like his sister but his ambition rivals that of his record-breaking brother.
He’s speed crawling, cruising the couch and getting more daring with each passing moment. Unfortunately, he also has a special talent for falling face first into every single Duplo in our house and the thunk of his head connecting with our wood floors is all too common. Still, nothing stops him. I see an Indy-like brazenness growing in him as his strength increases and his dexterity continues to sharpen.
It’s bittersweet, to watch him grow. He’s long and tips the scale to nearly 20 pounds. Healthy and by all measures, an easy baby. Still, each inch and ounce and newfound ability takes him a little farther from the baby he was just a few months ago.
Happy Half Birthday, Hank. From chicken legs to thunder thighs, gummy grins to sharp little teeth, newborn squeaks to belly laughs. From two babies to three. You’ve healed so many heartaches. We love you so.