EIGHT
Today my boy, my Henry Jacob, turns eight. Eight! He ties his own shoes and solves complex math problems and can recite entire passages of "Diary of a Wimpy Kid." I...yeah. Words fail me.
But I can't sit around today singing "Sunrise, Sunset" and sniffling into Minty Bear (technically, Minty Bear II). I've got a cake to bake, an apartment to clean (my family's coming over, and you know my mom's going to notice the tumbleweed of cat hair floating across the kitchen) and, most importantly (for Henry) a staggeringly large Lego box to wrap. (This last part will probably take me an hour and cause me to somehow waste an entire roll of wrapping paper, because even though I'm technically an adult, I seem to be missing the adult life-skills I thought I'd have perfected by now, like "wrapping" and "folding laundry.")
(On the other hand, I finally figured out how to snap my fingers! Life list!)
Anyhoo, why don't you take a moment to read Henry's birth story? I mean, if not today, when? It has Dan Rather, and mooing. I couldn't have created a better story out of my imagination. Which is true of quite a lot of things in my life, not least of which is my son.
Happy birthday, Henry. I love you so much it's stupid.










October 7, 2010
Reader Comments (70)
beautiful. So.very.beautiful.
Happy Birthday, Henry, you have made your mom and dad happier than they could ever tell you.
When my now 10-year-old daughter was born, I made raspberry sounds during contractions, unrehearsed. I should try that now when she's explaining to me in the loudest possible terms why the number of chores she has to do is unfairly more than any child with halfway-decent parents has ever had to do.
When my 4th kid, my Henry, was born, my spinal block worked too well and like you I couldn't tell if I was pushing. Someone told me to make grunting sounds. So I would grunt, feel nothing, and they would say, "Great job! He's coming!" It was the weirdest feeling to grunt out a baby--especially after my three previous anesthesia-free labors, where I definitely felt that ring of fire (but thankfully did not hum it).
真是一个好职位。我真的很喜欢阅读这些类型或文章。我不能等待,看看别人怎么说。