Henry is quite the conversationalist, with a rich vocabulary of ooh's, aah's, eeh's, and grunts. He has discovered his hands and likes to put his fist in his mouth to suck. He has also just begun to grab. His eyes light up when he sees us first thing in the morning, and they follow us around the room as we move about. 

Our little man is now two months old. He has grown to 61cm in length, weighs just over 5.5kgs, and his head is still quite bald. His size 000/0-3mths clothes are now less baggy as he begins to fill them out. He is quite a placid baby who is just happy to look around and take in people's faces and his surroundings.
 

Mother and child. I'm quite pleased I'm not looking too tired in this picture. All in all, I am managing to get sleep (I'm just getting two hours here and there, instead of eight hours in one hit). Henry is truly a delight. He is becoming more alert and playful each week. He loves getting out in the fresh air and we regularly head down to Manly to walk along the beach front. 

Henry has been treating us to a few genuine smiles lately. By this I don't mean that he was faking it before just to humour us, but I think that previously it was often a case of him putting all his facial expressions on a quick rotation and us sitting there picking them out as they flew by.... "yep there's one..!!, that was one... wasn't it ?"
More often than not though this was actually due to him being deep in concentration, umm... to put it politely, filling out an order for a new nappy.
With some perseverance, and several dud shots either side of this one I did just manage to capture a bit of a grin here, and there'll be more to come later. 

Another "action" shot of someone sleeping. I'd include similar pictures of the parents as well to prove it does happen, but then who'd take them ? Plus there's enough kooky stuff on the internet without including us into the mix, and it's not exactly why you're here is it... 

Here we have Jackie demonstrating the fine art of extreme burping. The reason it's extreme is due to the lack of safety equipment being used by the burper (or is that burpee ?). As you might notice there is nothing to catch anything that might decide to venture out of Henry's mouth, except for Jackies freshly washed cardigan, and I can assure you she isn't carrying any spares. Hats off to you Jackie, who did come away from this encounter completely unscathed. I think. The truth is we have been pretty lucky with Henry not really being into the whole vomiting thing. He seems to have already adopted a policy of "waste not want not" as far as his food goes, and our clothes thank him for this.