Obviously I have the wrong type of puzzle!

Henry is not at the age where I would describe him as scholarly. I am making no judgement of his future intelligence, I am just stating the fact that he is not fond of quiet games, reading, puzzles or introspection. He is 100% boy.

I try and try to get him interested in one of the many wooden puzzles that we have. I wave around the little wooden animals, moo-ing like a cow or neigh-ing like a horse, trying to pique his interest. No go. His only interest is banging the puzzle pieces on my lovely coffee, but now dented coffee table or hurling them across the room.

Today, Adam and I were trying to have a leisurely Sunday morning. Adam was laying on the couch channel surfing and I was reading the paper and drinking my coffee. Henry was playing in the adjacent foyer a bit too quietly. I looked over and saw that he was sitting in front of the outlet, yanking on a charger that "someone" had left plugged in. I quickly yanked it out of the socket and laid it down for Henry to drag around the floor. I know, I am a terrible mother for letting him play with a charger. But, he really enjoys it and it is shocking what you are willing to do to get 2 minutes of peace and quiet.

Anyway, I look back over and he is very intently trying to figure out how to get the prongs into the socket. I guess I have just had the wrong type of puzzle all of this time! (DISCLAIMER: Mother, of course I won't let Henry play with the outlets.)

Hmm, so that is what these are for!

Henry is now an expert walker. Actually, he now knows how to march too and has worked it into his dance repetoire. It is so cute, and he is so proud of his Denny Terrio like abilities. I was very excited for him to learn to walk well; I thought it would open up many new things for us to do. NYC is a VERY dirty place and I hated him crawling around on the floors and playgrounds wherever we went.

It is so fun to see what he is interested in, but his basic routine is to follow me around or do laps around the apartment. Up and down the hallways, through the kitchen, loops around the coffee table and the bed, he is a boy in perpetual motion. He was sick last week and he actually sat in his toddler rocker. Granted, he had a bowl of goldfish and a glass of milk to keep him entertained but I was shocked that he was actually sitting. I don't think he has done that in months and I am being completely serious. I was so shocked by it, I decided to take his picture. Of course that ended the sitting because he was lunging for the camera.

That brings me to my main point. The most surprising part (why I didn't think of this, I don't know) of the walking is how it has freed up his hands for mischief making. He pulls on every cabinet door. He is tall enough to grab things off of tabletops. I frequently find him with handfuls of change or swinging a cell phone charger. He was walking around recently with an empty coffee mug, taking pretend sips. We were at a friend's house the other day and she came out and asked "Do either of your babies know how to open doors knobs?" Hmm, yes that would be Henry Richard Schnell. He had opened their linen closet door when walking past. He frequently hides in his room or the bathroom and shuts the door on me. I even found him in the china cabinet the other day. I discovered he was in there after I heard the crash of a Waterford wine glass breaking on the floor. No sooner than he had let that one go did he have a martini glass in his hand and he was banging it on the shelf of the cabinet.

He also shows Herculean strength. At the Y where I bring him to a little program, he likes to push one of the little chairs around the room. He even leaves the room occasionally. When he hits the reading rug, he just hoists the chair up to his chest and tries to carry it. The boy is freakishly strong.

Happy Halloween!

What a difference a year makes! We dressed Henry up as a New York Jet this year. Mainly because Henry won't wear anything on his head, I didn't want anything too hot and Uncle Barry bought him the uniform for Christmas. You can't see them in the picture, but he also had little green Robeez on his feet with footballs on them.

Henry was invited to his friend Corey's first birthday party on Halloween. We went to Lamaze class with Corey's parents and have kept in touch with them. The first part was at a kids music place on the Upper West Side, that is where this picture was taken. The second part of the party was at a lounge-y type restaurant down the street.

All I have to say is that we are in big trouble with Henry. He lived up to the nickname "Good Time Charlie" that my friend Karen gave him. He had such a great time at the music class, you would have thought it was his birthday. He was singing, walking around, stealing instruments, dancing and just having fun. At the restaurant he was mingling like he owned the place. Just wandering around, slugging a drink from his little sippy cup. They had adult type music playing and he was dancing like a little club kid. He would not stop trying to hug one of the little girl babies that we know, even though she was clearly not interested! At 8pm all of the other babies were starting to melt down but he could have gone a few more hours! He hammed it up on the subway home, smiling and giggling at anyone he could get to look at him. I think we have a little party animal on our hands!

What's New With Henry

• Henry now gives hugs and kisses upon request (to me). I say "Henry, can you give mama a kiss?" He grabs me on both sides of the head and pulls me toward him with his lips out.
• When we sing "Old MacDonald" Henry sings YiYiYo after the E-I-E-I-O part
• Henry LOVES "Dancing with the Stars," he claps and dances along with the show. Yes, he is up that late, we are trying a later bedtime (it is working great)
• He blows on all of his food before he eats it, making sure it is not too hot.
• Henry didn't eat during the night for the first time in 1 year and 7 days last night.
• He threw one of his new shoes out of his stroller the other day and I couldn't find it. They were Stride Rites. I was so mad I almost shipped him off to reform school.
• He had his one year appointment last week. He is 30 1/2 inches tall and 19lbs 12oz. Tall and very skinny.

Happy Birthday Henry!

Dear Henry,

I can't believe you turned one year old today. The past year with you has been the greatest but fastest year of my life. I knew that I would love you, but I had no idea how much.

We tried to imagine what you would look like and what your personality would be like, but the reality of you is one hundred times better. Not only are you absolutely adorable with your white blond hair and sparkling blue eyes, but you are such a happy little boy. You are always so full of fun and mischief. You also inherited your little temper from me I am afraid!

It has been a joy to watch you grow and learn and I am so happy you are mine! Happy Birthday sweet boy!

Love,

Your Mama

We have a walker!

I am not sure when walking is "officially" counted. As I posted, he took a few unassisted steps a week back. Now he can walk about eight steps before falling or sitting down. He starts walking on his own now too, without us bribing him. He still would rather cruise the furniture or crawl, but he is doing great!

Strange Parallel

I skim the gossip pages of the newspaper when I buy it and generally keep up with the celebrity news. I have noticed that motherhood is strangely similar to being the manager of a badly behaved celebrity. You are constantly cleaning up messes, keeping them out of scrapes, convincing them to keep their clothes on and apologizing for their behaviour.

Yesterday when we were in a very tiny NYC market, Henry decided he had enough of the stroller. It was 6pm, so the place was packed with people who had just gotten home from polite society where people don't scream and throw things. I had to squeeze his stroller down the tiny aisles, avoiding boxes and people. Henry likes to pull things off the shelf as I push him around. I was holding the groceries in my arms and on the sun canopy of the stroller. A precarious balance in the best of circumstances. I finally reached the checkout line and he started to scream. Big, rain drop tears down his cheeks and wide mouthed wailing. I'm not sure what set him off, I think he saw my wallet and I wouldn't give it to him. The poor man in front of me looked a little alarmed and then tried to distract him. Normally friendly Henry wouldn't give an inch. After about a minute of this, a lady came to the back of the line and gave me the finger wag indicating that I should cut the line. At first I demurred but she insisted. Apparently she and the other people waiting on line would rather have me cut them then listen to Henry wail. As soon as we got to the front he stopped screaming. I gave him some cantelope slices which he ate quietly on the ride home. When he was done he smeared the remainder into his hair and all over his coat and stroller. Very nice.

Earlier in the week we were at Whole Foods. I had him in the backpack because he lasts longer there. I am trying to squeeze the stroller full of bags through a very tiny opening to get to the elevators. I turned briefly to check on Henry and he had one arm sticking out ready to topple an entire soda display. Luckily I foiled him in time.

We stopped by our neighbor's apartment to return a book the other day. In about two seconds, Henry proceeded to throw every book off the bottom of their cabinet. I quickly apologized and replaced the books. He sped to their living room and within seconds was trying to open anothe closet and was banging the knob against their french doors. We beat a hasty retreat from there as well.

At our playgroup I feel like I am constantly trying to avert a brawl that Henry has instigated or protect another child from his bear cub hello. Today he bit my shoulder so hard he broke the skin. He also hugged two female babies this week. I have a feeling that I will be getting a lot of letters home from school in his backpack.

He trashes any room he is in. He cannot be left alone near any paper, paper towels or toilet paper. He will have them unwound down the hall within seconds. I caught him washing his hands in the toilet recently and he loves to empty the trash can on the floor. The second he is done eating he does a big sweep of his arm and pushes the food on the floor. God forbid you put something in front of him that he doesn't like. I had the nerve to try to feed him butternut squash this evening. Not only would he not even open his mouth, he would pick any up in front of him and throw it right on the floor. When I crawl around to pick the food up he drops more food in my hair.

Maybe I should call Russell Crowe's manager and see if she has any tips.

Snip Snip!

We took Henry to Cozy's Cuts for Kids today to get his first haircut. He did so well, he didn't cry at all. It helps that you get to pick a video as soon as you enter for his personal TV set, the store is covered in toys that you can buy and that he got to sit in a Jeep for his haircut.

Annie cut his hair, she was very sweet. She moved as fast as possible and kept plying him with toys. She even let him hold her squirt bottle with was very exciting for Aqua-Baby Henry.

Afterward they bag up his hair and give you a little certificate to take home.

Here are some before and after pictures of the big event. I can't believe what a little mop-top he had.

Two Small Steps!

Henry has been an expert cruiser for about two months now, but no independent walking. He walks his Fisher Price push car around the apartment and loves to push his stroller at the park. He will even walk just holding one of my fingers so I know he can do it.

Tonight Grandpa Joe and I coaxed him into taking a few steps a couple of times using my cell phone as bait. Henry clearly knew he was doing something exciting and hammed it up as usual. He would give a little squeal each time before he plopped down. He threw Adam a bone when he got home and demonstrated once for him too.

Very exciting!

Henry Appleseed

Henry joined his cousins Sydney, Reece and Ruby for his first apple-picking trip. Here are some cute shots from the day. Obviously this is a boy that enjoys a fresh apple. Notice Henry taking an emergency call on his "Apple Phone" in the group shot.