Dear Henry,
Your buddy came to play today! Lil! She is here! When Mommy Brook put Lily down next to you it appeared that you were both REALLY excited to play. You touched each other and stared. You rolled over onto your stomach to see her better and smiled. Lily started talkin' to ya. It was sweetness. Well, then somethin' when awry. Perfectly happy Lily began to cry. Mommy tried everything...toys, bumbo, bouncy, holding close, leavin' alone, changin'. You touched her leg, you put your arms out to hug her and when that failed you screamed at her. She would stop crying for a couple of seconds to stare at you then the operetta volume would ensue again. It wasn't you baby Henry! She was plum tuckered out! She needed a nap but I think she wanted to play so badly she was fighting it. So Mommy put her in the swing again to help her fall asleep and sure enough she finally did. She was snorin' she was so tired.
You fell asleep at the same time, actually. So I put you in your crib and Lil' stayed in the swing.
After about 30 minutes she woke up and was cryin' again. Mommy took her and held her close and rocked her. In about 10 minutes she was out! So I took her to your room to lay in the crib next to you. She woke up for a minute and smiled at me for a little while and reached out to touch you. You stirred a little then you both fell asleep.
I gave ya both a blanket. I just went to check on you and there ya were, sweet little peas snoring, the both of ya! Nothing better than thinking about how you were both not here in Mommy and Daddy and Mommy Brook's and Daddy Corey's lives and we ached all over...our arms felt like they were going to turn black and rot off they yearned so badly to hold you and to get to know you...now...here ya are! With us...thanks to the strong birth mothers/families who's love for you two lead them looking to find your families and here we were waiting the whole time!
We are so much happier because of it and our arms ache from all the love we feel in our hearts while holding you, feeding you and playing with you.
Love, Mama
Dear Lil' Travel Buddy,
With the big mirror on the wall you could have entertained yourself for hours. We gave you a peak at the great Indianapolis view from our bright windows. Then you and I headed to the mall for a bit. We received a call from Daddy telling us that everyone at his meeting wanted to see your greatness in person so we hightailed it back to the hotel. People couldn't believe your handsomeness and clamored like zombies infected by cute baby face to get their view. You can see in the photo how proud Daddy is to show you off. I HAD to get a photo of that.
That night we ate dinner at Buca di Beppo's a 
fun Italian place and after took a walk around the downtown monument circle. It was a pretty evening but we were pretty pooped so we went back to the hotel to go to bed. You had a great little porta crib you slept in.. The next morning you woke up chipper and we took some more photos in our fancy hotel room. Unfortunately/Fortunately as I was trying to get a cool shot of you from under the table and you puked. I put the shower cap on your head and you thought it was great fun. You don't seem to mind hats on your head which is a lucky thing because at one of the convention booths we got a family set of umbrella hats. Baby Hank, I am sparing you a photo of the umbrella hats... they are for people to see in the moment.
right away...we had a couple of hot dogs, a soda and a nacho treat that had piles of stuff on it. We had a great time and you seemed to enjoy the crowd. Baseball wasn't the only event. Toward the end of the game, around the 6th or 7th inning a woman came rushing up the stairs with her daughter and husband in tow. She was scratching at her neck and gasping how she couldn't breathe. Mommy assumed she had gotten some help until she turned around about 10 minutes later and found her sitting in a chair not far behind us. Mommy got up to see if she 
could help. I held her hand and tried to help her focus her breathing but it was apparent it wasn't a panic attack but rather she had some crazy reaction to something.
Finally some medics came and Mommy helped hold onto her little girl because she was so scared. It made for an eventful evening and we were all a little in shock. That wasn't the end of things because the game ended with and Indian's win and the fireworks began.
It was awesome sharing these experiences with you Peep Peep. You're an easy good natured baby boy. We are only oh so grateful that fate, prayer, chance, love, timing and circumstance made US a family.
Dear Henry,
Love, Mommy
Dear Henry,
Later you tried to play it cool by playin' her some "beats" on your Sesame Street number machine. You pushed those buttons like an experienced mix master artist and Lil' looked on like an adoring DJ fan. It was really cute! You entertained her this way for about 15 minutes, often looking up at her to make sure she was paying attention.
I think Lily might be workin' on a toofers because she was chewin' and droolin' like an experienced champ. You were particularly drooly and chewy yesterday too, perhaps it was nerves.
Yep, definitely need more play dates, especially with a pretty gal like Lily R.
