Yep, he's a Hank

Henry has had some incidences that further solidify my notion that he is a naughty, wild little Hank. Or at the very least, a one year old who thinks and tries to act like he is four.

On one occasion, he and Cole were playing in the kitchen while Kristin was loading the dishwasher. Cole told Kristin, "Henry got hurt." Sure, enough when Kristin glanced at Henry he had blood flowing down his foot out of a pretty good gash on his ankle. In true Henry form, he didn't even notice, just soldiered on, growling and speed crawling around. Kristin had to sit on him to clean and bandage his wound and he fought her every second.

We went to Festa Italiana awhile back and Kristin and I were excited to eat some good food, walk around and explore. We packed plenty of snacks/portable dinner items for the boys assuming they wouldn't want/shouldn't eat any of the fried garbage we were planning on ordering. Our first dish was a four cheese lasagna pocket (not as fancy or as delish as it sounds, really just a piece of lasagna with some kick ass vodka sauce on top). We offered a bite to Cole, and as predicted he turned up his nose and ate a granola bar and some cherry tomatoes instead. Henry accepted his bite happily and then grunted and pointed each time he wanted more. Before we knew it, Henry had polished off a $7.50 lasagna pocket. We did NOT offer him any of our Saz's sampler platter - that is just too good to share.

Once again in the kitchen, the Hank was crawling around and suddenly started to cry (and yes, we now know the kitchen is not a safe play area). He had pulled open a drawer and cut his lip. So now he looks slightly off balance with a half puffy upper lip. He also typically has a small bruise towards the top of his forehead from banging his head on the ground, especially when it is the tile kitchen floor. I really hope that's normal. I think it is because when Cole is upset he also does a pretty good Edward Norton Fight Club impression, slapping himself in the head and face, so Henry has learned to copy.

Henry was pressing buttons on the TV and the receiver below it, Kristin told him "no" and picked him up to get him involved in something else. He didn't like that and wanted her to know so he bit her shoulder and then growled at her.

This one is probably my favorite Hank story. During a baby gym class he threw a ball at a much younger girl and then growled at her while she cried. In his defense he does not have the hand eye coordination to throw balls at people on purpose and the growling isn't to be mean...but the Mom of the baby victim certainly hated Henry and would remove her daughter whenever he crawled near her.

Hank's a climber. He stuck his toes in the gate and started his way up. Luckily we noticed when he was getting ready to toss his leg over.

Cole roughs Henry up pretty good when they play in Hen's crib together, but he's able to take it.