Henry said his name today, "Henny." He's been calling himself "baby" or "boy" when he sees himself in the mirror or in a photo, but today was the first time he's tried to say Henry. At dinner, he called himself "Buddy;" I had to laugh. I probably don't realize how often I call him "Buddy." I can't help it. I love little pet names. (In my family, we have many nicknames-- many of them are nonsensical and all of them are unrelated to our actual names.)
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