He is the master of the silly voice.
He will fashion anything into a baseball bat.
He hates to pick up his toys.
He loves vehicles of all sorts: cars, trucks, tractors, trains, airplanes, spaceships.
He imagines all day and always puts on his pretend helmet before riding his pretend motorcycle.
He loves to be funny and make us laugh.
He presses his cheek against mine when he needs extra Mom reassurance.
He sleeps soundly and still loves his binky.
He knows lots of signs and will teach you his favorites, “like this.”
He likes to sing and serenades us with his own compositions.
He is my incredible Henryheart.