Happy Birthday Henry

Today Henry is one.



It's just Henry and me today; I need another pair of hands to do his 1 year photo! Am hoping Hugh might be able to get home before dark...

I was a bit sad that it would just be us; but now, on the day itself it feels kind of right. A few hours after he was born Hugh left me in hospital and went home to get some sleep... little did he know that there were dramas at home as Coco had had an accident in the night, falling and cutting her ear lobe. Hugh was thinking he'd be creeping into a quite house at 5am in the morning... but no, it was all action. So she'll always have a scar on her ear from the day her baby brother was born. The upshot of this was that me and Henry were left together at the hospital, dozing and getting used to each other for a few hours more than we thought, so that's why it feels nice today.

So far I've taken him to the playground where he's had some fun on the slide, going down on his own for the first time (it was totally deserted; not that fun to have a birthday in cold January, sorry little boy)! and then later I'm taking him for his first haircut, I might put him on the back of my bike for the first time too, might as well stick with the 'firsts' theme for the day.

And, miraculously, right on cue, I think Henry just went to sleep without crying - that definitely feels like a first...