Hi loyal army of fans and followers. This is Henry again. Many things have happened since I last checked in with you. I've managed to stay away from the paparazzi for the most part but as you can tell by the unsolicited photos on my blog I wasn't always successful. I am now three months old which is great because now I have senority over all those two month olds. They have to respect my opinion. Speaking of opinions, that Brett Favre still hasn't signed with my beloved Vikings. I think that stinks worse than rotten cheese he stores in his Wranglers.

Did I mention to you yet that I took my first airplane ride? I noticed some of the adults on the plane sucked down a bottle and fell asleep so I followed suit. I don't remember much of it but my dad tells me it was a bumpy landing. I'll take his word for it. I was dreaming about all the hotties I'm going to meet in the future. Mom, Dad and I went to Detroit for the Decker/Spitler wedding. Something of some sort of significance happened the first day that we were there. Some guy named Michael Jackson apparently passed away. I'm not sure what that means but I hear he was the self-proclaimed "King of Poop." I don't know how long he had been going around claiming that cuz I'm pretty sure I hold that title. It makes me emotional just thinking about it. Anyway, the day after this happened we went to Motown. There were people outside and news reporters talking about the Michael Jackson guy. I got to go in the recording studio where they recorded their songs. That music doesn't do much for me except that "ABC" song is pretty sweet. I asked mom if I could get an afro just like the Jackson 5 but she said no since I've lost some of my hair. Dad says I need a baby toupee to cover up the bald spot on the side of my head. He thinks he's funny but I'm pretty sure next time he changes me i'll pee in his beard and that will set him straight. The wedding was a blast by the way. It was at the Detroit Zoo. I slept through most of it but I did wake up in time to work my vocal cords at the reception. They had a live band that played Stones songs. Pretty sweet.

Come to think of it, Keith Richards looks a lot like my great grandpa. I posted a picture of us together. He's the only great grandpa I have so I lean on him from time to time. I also have a great granny. I call her "wolf wolf." We ate some pizza together once. Old people are the bomb.

This next picture is of my mom, dad and I. This was taken at my cousin Will's 3rd birthday party. It was cowboy themed. Mom didn't get the memo but she did spend a little extra time making sure I was dressed like my dad. Embarassing. I'll never live this down.

Speaking of lame parents...

Mom and dad took me to my first Twins game, right? Well, they were playing the dirty south siders from Chicago. The White Sox jumped up to a huge lead right away and even though I was perfectly content watching the game, not crying or pooping my pants, my stinkin' parents decided it was time to go home. Remember when I was talking about how old people were the bomb? Well this would be the exception. I just wanted to watch my favorite player, Nick Punto and they decided we should hit the road. In the car on the way home the Twins tied the game and it ended up going 16 innings. I heard on a podcast on my Fisher Price iPod the next morning that they lost sometime around when I wake up the neighborhood cuz i'm hungry.

Well, I guess that's enough from me for now. I'm getting sleepy and my spit up is getting all over the keyboard. Off I go. Hopefully next time that Favre guy will be the QB and not T-Jack. I don't like that Favre guy that much. Something about his grey stubble but that T-Jack guy stinks. Anyway. Peace be with you muthas.