Photographing the Henry smile is still a bit like getting a snapshot of Bigfoot -- many people allege to have seen it, yet evidence still eludes the world. I've had a few smiles sent my way from an awake Henry, but they are too fleeting. They are increasing in regularity so soon we'll have a good picture to post.

For now, here is Henry calmly awaiting placement in the stroller for a walk, while proudly displaying his Wyoming connections and roots. Becky swears he's whispered to her that he wants to be a cowboy. He only tells me, "Geeee." I guess a mother has a special bond of communication.