NEW PHOTO GALLERY OF LITTLE OL' ME

Another edition of the Henry worshipping that my parents take part in.

STAYING WITH GRAMMY AND ANDY
A few months back my parents started talking about a vacation in the Keys. I got really excited. In my short life I have heard something about the Keys and knew there were sunny, lazy days spent snorkeling, lounging and snoozing in my future. We all got packed up, found two saints to care for Rufus (believe me it is a two person job!) and headed to the airport. After an uneventful plane ride, we arrived at the airport to my Andy’s and Grammy’s open arms. It was a nice surprise, I hadn’t heard that they were going to be in the Keys too. We drove back to Grammy and Andy’s house and proceeded to pack up the car for our trip down to the Keys. I was a bit shocked when the next morning, mom and dad gave me a hug and a kiss, hopped in the car and toodled off for their vacation from ME! Don’t get me wrong staying with Grammy and Andy (and Phelps and Jackson) was a blast, but why in the world would mom and dad plan a vacation without me. Grrrrrrr….once my little brother or sister arrives we will have to do some serious renegotiation of their parental contract. My sibling and I will require the right of first refusal of any vacation plans at the very least. Anyway here are some photos of what was probably a very boring non-Henry vacation. I guess they each caught a big shark (one 90 pounds, 5 ft; one 200 pounds, 8 ft), slept a lot, lounged around a lot.

HAIRSTYLE IN CONFLICT
So as is probably pretty obvious from the attached photos I have little to no say in my hairstyle right now. It is pretty much up to my mom and dad. Lucky for their marital bliss, they seem to agree that they want to keep me au natural right now. No barber shop or salon in my near future. I guess I am ok with that and am glad that they can agree, but there seems to be some disparity in what exactly au natural means. My mom likes my long wavy tresses to play dress up with in somewhat questionable ways. See attached photo with my ponytail sticking up like a cute baby girl’s.

My dad on the other hand thinks my uncut hair looks like a skate rat's (I think he is try to “reclaim” his imagined cool teenager years through me). If you notice in the attached picture I really just look like a rat minus the skate. I had a glimmer of hope that I would get a decent haircut when I recently grandparentsat for my Grammy and Andy, but both were made to sign a document swearing not to touch my lovely lovely locks.

CHICKS DIG ME, PART TWO
An update to my Dec 5, 2005 posting. Now I have the photographic evidence. The girls just can’t get enough of me. I’ve got the young ones bathing with me, the medium ones fighting over who gets to hold me and the more experienced ones just gazing at me lovingly.