Henry is four! Here he is with a sword he made out of Tinker Toys, and the giant forehead mosquito bite that prompted me to reschedule his portraits:
I don't generally do much Kid Birthday Talk here (oh, Kid Birthday FRETTING, sure, but I mean I save the developmental lists and sentimentality for my own journal, where even _I_ generally find them boring), but I'm a little different about Henry because he seems like a Blog Baby: he was BORN here. And today, when he turns 4 while the twins are still 5, it seems a little crazy to look back at when he was born: those little toddler twins, and then bringing a baby home before their 2nd birthday. But there he was. Henry. If there'd been two of him, I'll bet we would have made the local paper: "Two Sets of Twins Under Two!"
Here we are, right before he arrived:
This is a picture I didn't want to keep because I thought I looked so dreadful. Now I'm so glad I made myself keep it, because I care about "having a picture of me pregnant and holding my toddler twins" more than I care about "my neck wrinkles and double chin and pinkish pregnancy skin and pulled-weird neckline and tensely-clenched hand." Those neck wrinkles aren't going to get any SHALLOWER over the years, anyway.
And then a few days later I was back in my chair:
And then less than two weeks later, the twins' 2nd birthday, which I must have BAKED CAKES for while recovering from a c-section:
Henry's birthday also feels different to me because he's the caboose child: every birthday he has, the train pulls further away from the station. And sometimes that seems like a very happy, light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel kind of thing, and other times it seems like a very sad, midlife-crisis-inducing kind of thing. Because this is great:
But it means no more this:
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