Henry's second birthday was spent snuggled at home during a big New Hampshire snow storm rather than at the museum as planned. I think we ended up with about 2 feet. We had just returned home the day before, following our time at my Mom's due to the ice storm. We made pizzas, cake, opened presents, and just otherwise enjoyed being home. He especially liked his new wooden cutting cake and vegetables.
Henry is finally starting to tell us he is two, rather than four. Same goes with his name, in the past preferring to call himself Noah. Happy second birthday, sweet boy! I love you, love you, love you.
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