Two new pictures of Henry.

Sorry this blog is turning into one of those navel gazing "Behold God's Individual Snowflake, My Perfect Son" sort of webpages, but what do you want, I am a first time Dad.


The photo above is Henry's first bath since arriving home. Look how long he is! Like a tiny Tommy Hearns.


Henry loves the red. Please note the pacifier.

And now, a rant. I am finding baby books and the like a bit nerve-wracking at this point. The statistics are so dire, like "The first indication of sexual deviancy in a child is nipple confusion, so to avoid your son being a serial clown rapist, be sure to NEVER use a pacifier" which is immediately followed by advice from another source "Newborns who are insufficiently soothed (such as by not using a pacifier) quite often grow up with rage disorders, typically expressed by savage beatings of mimes." So what do you do? Personally, I think the hell with the mimes, but "everybaby (and every family) is different."