May 31, 2005. Baby's first trip to the emergency room!

Henry took a spectacular digger onto a doorhinge, resulting in a smile-shaped gash under his lower lip. We sat in the ER for almost three hours to learn that he (thankfully) didn't need stitches.

Here's a good shot of his fat lip. He managed to bite the inside of his lip sometime during the fracas as well, which enhances his boxer look. Also, the accident seemed to instill in him a sudden maturity that makes him (to me, at least) look like he's 12 years old (ok, only in this photo).

One more, I can't resist:

This was the response to, "Henry, I want to take a picture of your lip!"

May 28, 2005. I don't know what it says about our parenting style that Henry now enthusiastically states: "Blowtorch! Not a toy!"