Our Hank

Sometimes I like to call Henry Hank...because its funny to call a baby something you would think a plumber would be named. And because he acts like a plumber






The other morning he climbed from his high chair to the counter and dipped my keys into a bowl of salsa while perched a-top the counter... Words fail me sometimes with him...

He is our little Hank...we love him.
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