It turned out he was too shy to follow through on that particular day. And incidentally we all call him a she on occasion. We always have this trouble when the previous baby was a different gender.
There was also a funny comment about Henry not being born wearing a blanket. Oh Stu Bop's you make being five so much fun.
Henry's first outing was the Sunday school picnic. While eating his burger and fries Stuart realized that his baby brother had gone missing from my arms and asked where he was, "You're just letting him crawl around?"
The nights have been rough, but so far each one gets better. I guard my nap time like a desperate person.
Handing out cigars.
Nothing better than hanging out in pj's all day in a sleep deprived baby loving stupor.