Henry

 “Without my morning coffee I’m just like a dried up piece of roast goat.”

-Henry Irwin Buchholz*

*As recited from the original Johann Sebastian Bach quote.

  

Make’s Henry a tired boy? Yup.

Also, dad’s lap is super comfortable.

 THIS IS MY LUNCH!

 

 

 

 

 

 

P.S. I love you Homer.

Or is it Henry Heisman? I guess it doesn’t matter since my mommy says no football for me. Maybe I’ll play basketball instead. Or join the debate team. Or star in the theater. So many choices! It’s making me tired. I’m just going to close my eyes and think about it for a while… zzzzzz…

 

 

 

 

 

 

  
I have been amongst these people for over a week now. Their behaviors are strange and unpredictable. They spend a lot of time not eating and not sleeping. It would seem that their leader is the small fuzzy one. When he yells the others respond. It’s a strange hierarchy and one I must study. I can already tell that this primitive ways of these people are going to have to change before Zachary can join their tribe.  Log entry out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 The last couple of weeks have been pretty uneventful. Eat. Sleep. Eat. Sleep. Eye exam. Sleep. Eat. Wrestle with Zachary. Sleep. Eat. Repeat, more or less. Daddy would like you to think that is the reason there haven’t been many updates. He might also try to tell you it is because he’s been busy setting up cribs and changing tables and bassinets at home. The real reason is that he’s been busy watching Capitan America, Thor, and Ant-Man. Without me. Jerk.

I’m sick of not being included in all of the fun and I figured it was about time I do something about it. So on Sunday night I pulled out my feeding tube. See? That led to the nurses leaving it out. I knew I was ready!

On Monday I heard the nurse tell Mommy to bring my car seat in for the car seat test. I took the test late on Monday night. Not only did I pass the test with flying colors, the nurses said that I did things in that car seat that they hadn’t seen since the great Boudin Thériot scored a perfect 10 on all three score cards back in nineteen dickety two. It’s such an honor to be compared to a legend.

Since I can keep myself warm, eat on my own, breath on my own, and have been spell free for more than five days I get to go home tomorrow! Yay! I’m in a good mood so here are some more photos of me for you to look at.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Staying Alive…

Staying Alive!

Nope. Going to sleep.

Did you just lick me?

POW! BIFF! BLAP!

Only Homer licks me!

I saw Zachary take a bottle yesterday. It didn’t look all that hard.

And you know what? It wasn’t. Whatever is in that bottle, once it touches your lips, it is soooo good! I drank the whole thing.

And because daddy held the bottle for me I was able to use my hands to style my hair. It took a while but when I was done daddy and I shared the same hairdo. We’re a couple of good looking guys!