From the beginning, Henry has been my wild child.
Actually, I take that back. It started before the beginning. There was this moment when I was pretty pregnant but not extremely pregnant – maybe six or seven months – and as I laid on the bed about to go to sleep, Henry threw out all of his limbs and toes and fingers and bounced around in my stomach for forty five minutes straight without stopping. Every day after that, the same thing happened and then it happened again… and again… and again until it was happening all of the time. Being pregnant with Henry was exhausting. I mean, all pregnancies are exhausting but, for a solid four months, he never stopped moving. He moved when I slept. He moved when I ate. He moved when I walked. He moved when I talked. He moved when I breathed and, a few weeks before he was born, I looked at Andrew and said, “I think we’re getting a wild one!” with a little fear and a little excitement in my voice. And I was right! I was so, so right.
And on Tuesday? Henry, once again, proved his wildness.
Henry’s proven his wildness in so many ways – for example, as I was writing this, he catapulted himself on the bed, stuck his diapered booty in my face, kissed the computer screen, and said “Sharks on the ‘puter!!” while laughing and dancing and tickling me at the same time, all while avoiding the bedtime his father was promising him – and, on Tuesday, he proved his wildness by cutting his finger on a random bed spring (seriously, how does that even happen?!) and getting his very first stitch. Yes! Stitch! And that stitch? He got it at the Emergency Room after he spent two hours sitting in a room at an Urgent Care Center where they said they couldn’t stitch his finger – it was too close to his knuckle! – and sent him home with a tightly wrapped finger and lots of well wishes and, two minutes into the drive home, Henry looked at Andrew and happily said “Finger!” after tearing his bandage straight off. The boy is sneaky and fast and, when he hung out in the Emergency Room with his dad later on that night, all he wanted to do (with a still bleeding finger!) was pretend to be Superman and demand that his daddy draw him sharks and boats and pirates and fish for the sharks to eat, too. He is the funniest! Even with a wound!
And even funnier? He flirted and bat his eyes and said “Hi!” to every single woman he met as he ran around waiting rooms and even flirted between cries when he watched his little hand receive its very first stitch. And every time? He melted those nurses like little puddles (I know about this because, as his mom, I am always melting into a little puddle). But! When you’re a wild one! You’ve got to be charming too, right?! Also, did I mention that he went to both the Urgent Care and Emergency Room twice in three days? Homeboy’s going to give me gray hair before I’m thirty.
Love him (and his wild ways!) to bits!
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* Lissa Chandler is a creative portrait and wedding photographer in Northwest Arkansas who specializes in lifestyle family, senior portrait and wedding photography. Lissa is known for creative and emotive photography in Northwest Arkansas and currently lives in Fayetteville with her family: a husband who is wrangling his kids for bedtime, a four year old who is avoiding cleaning the living room, and a two year old who has, once again, joined his mother on the bed. Lissa is currently booking 2015 Spring Senior Sessions, 2015 & 2016 Weddings, and 2015 Lifestyle Newborn and Family Sessions in Fayetteville, Bentonville, Rogers, Springdale, and all of NWA. She is available for wedding work nationwide. *