Well, Grandma and Grandpa Seward just sent Henry a walking, talking Pooh Bear. It looks like Pooh is running after a bee and, when we first turned it on, Henry just looked at Dave, looked at Pooh, looked at me – and then started to laugh like a madman. Now he spends a great deal of time chasing after Pooh and the bee - although he has a hard time distinguishing between “Love Pooh” and “Bang Pooh on the ground really hard” once he catches him.
Here is Henry and Dave on a recent walk. Henry really digs the backpack and the outdoors - athough Dave often has a snotty neck by the time the hikes are finished from Henry's very active cold nose.
We were at Golden Gardens on the Seattle waterfront- on a day we had originally earmarked for housecleaning and grocery shopping. It's a fantastic walk, just about 20 minutes or so - but the weather had just turned into the kind of thing that makes Seattleites come out in droves. Lots of sun, about 55 degrees, a clear view of the mountains and many, many birds for Henry to see...
Before we had Henry, we talked a great deal about how we didn’t want him to watch TV until he was around two or so. And, we’ve tried. We often have the TV on the background and he doesn’t pay too much attention to it – and when he does start to zone in, we usually distract him with something else. Until recently. :) About a month or so ago, Dave was flipping through the channels in the morning and ended up where many people have been before - on Sesame Street. Henry truly about fell off the bed trying to flip around to see where those voices were coming from. Apparently those jokers at PBS know what they’re doing because that little fool immediately fell in love with Elmo and Big Bird and Oscar the Grouch and Bert and Ernie. Now we have a ritual – most every morning at 6:30 or so, Henry sits on the bed and watches Elmo and Oscar the Grouch and the rest of the gang on Sesame Street. It’s what he’s doing in the picture below. With blue dog, of course. 
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