Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Cold

Last night henry came into our room shivering from cold. We own 127 different blankets for him but we can't seem to keep them on him. The point is he says "mommy, I'm cold." a year ago he would have just cried and we would have had to figure it out. Now he communicates directly. It's amazing and sad all in one.
Also, he snores like a chain saw.