A few more photos - on our breaks as we clean and continue the home projects. Henry's new swing, which he absolutely LOVES, in fact, he cried when we pried his hands off the ropes so we could move on to something else. There will be more days of tree swinging, I'm sure of it.
The second picture is Henry begging for food. He's downing the bread from my sandwich like a little birdie with his mouth open, waiting for momma to drop in little goodies. Gone are the days of mine and yours. Only yours. What's mine is yours. As in, my lunch is your lunch. Even after 7 months, I still feel like a "new mom" sometimes as each new stage leads to new lessons in parenting. Can I still use that excuse when he's a teenager?!
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