The Neosporin seems to be holding The Henry's nail-bed infection at bay. The infection has not yet cleared up, but it also hasn't gotten worse, which is good enough for our pediatrician.
TH does dislike his mittens, though. He flings them around like he is competing to be the Babyweight Champion of the World -- he moved so fast in the above photo that the mitts are just a blur. And every so often he yanks off one of the mitts and flings it onto the floor. How does he do it?
We had many visitors today at the BB. My sister and two of my friends spent the afternoon meeting TH and catching up. One of my friends brought us sustenance from the outside: a bag of delicious Trader Joe's groceries for Proud Papa and myself, and the cutest Ramones onesie ever for TH.
My other friend brought us swimsuits for TH to wear to the beach next summer -- they are so little, yet enormous when compared to how small TH is now. It reminds me of how little time we have with him in this portable, vulnerable, and adorable stage.
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