1 Year, 2 Months, 3 Weeks, 5 Days
I promised to fill you in on adventures from our vacation. One memorable 4th of July involved Henry's first sand dive. We had been to the beach a few days before the 4th, and Henry was making progress accepting the sand. He had finally managed to look slightly happier than completely disgusted as he put his hands in the sand and played around.
I had just finished feeding Henry some applesauce. He was sitting in my beach chair, while i stashed the empty applesauce container and looked for a wet napkin. The next thing i know Henry has stood up and pushed on the back of the chair so that he did a face plant in the sand. I picked him up and his entire face was absolutely covered with sand and he was trying to spit out a mouthful of sand so thick it looked like he was eating a mess of graham crackers. Amazingly he kept his cool while i did my best to get his face wiped off.
It didn't help my composure however, that the family just behind us was giving a very loud play-by-play. "Oh no, the baby fell in the sand. He's got sand in his Mouth! Oh the poor thing!...."
In the days leading up to this Henry was wont to freak out over very minor grievances, then on the 4th, major sand dive and not much of a whimper. Amazing these kids, they always keep you guessing.