Bad Blogger

Okay, I must admit I've been a bad blogger...no horrible blogger...these past few months. My life consists of waking up at 5:15, getting myself ready, then getting Owen ready, out the door to daycare and being at work by 7:30. So needless to say once I get wild man Owen to bed, watch my DVR'd shows, and get my stuff ready for work I'm ready for bed myself! So I'll give you a quick recap of these past few months and I'll try to blog more about them later.

*After much planning Owen's first birthday was super successful! He had a Winter Onederland party full of snowmen and yummy winter goodies.
*We had a fantastic Christmas. Owen is a very blessed young man and our living room is overflowing with toys! As expected, he loved the wrapping paper and boxes as much as his new toys :)
*Marcus and I are officially old because for New Year's Eve we went to bed before the ball dropped in NYC...sad, but true!
*Owen has 5 teeth and a few more right under his gums. He looks so cute when he smiles and his little Chiclet teethies are shining.
*We had our first crying baby experience at Fuddrucker's. Owen had a fit over the balloons that were tied up and cried to get one because he thought it was a ball. Call me a paranoid mom, but I didn't want him squeezing it because I was afraid it would pop. Needless to say, I think that's the fastest I've eaten in a long time!
*I finally got tired of my clothes not fitting and I can no longer use the excuse that I'm pregnant or breastfeeding so I decided to join Weight Watchers. It makes a big difference once you decide to get serious about what you eat. I've yet to start exercising, but hey you gotta start somewhere. A big thanks to Marcus' work, Michelin, for offering 13 weeks for FREE!

Big Boy Food

    Baby Owen has started transitioning from baby food to big boy food, or as my Grandma said "Oh, he can eat human food now!" In this adventure of trying new foods I have found that Cracker Barrel is a baby friendly restaurant. I can just order extra food for Owen and I to share. The other night we ordered from there and Owen ate some green beans, mashed potatoes, and a little macaroni. The next day Marcus was watching him while I was at work and here's the phone conversation that we had...

Marcus: Have you fed Owen this macaroni before?
Me: Yes, he had a little bit last night
Marcus: Well he loves it! He has it in his hair and everywhere! I thought he was finished eating so I cleaned off the tray and got ready to get him out of the highchair and then he found some leftover macaroni in the pocket on his bib and started reaching in to eat that too!
*In my mind I just had a mental picture of him reaching in that bib pocket super fast like he found a little treasure, so I made Marcus take a picture

 Here's a pic of my little mac and cheese boy

Getting Old

It's finally happened, I realize that as I'm quickly approaching the big 3-0 that I'm getting old! Here's the story of the most recent reminder of that. When baby Owen is riding along with me in the car we normally listen to my iPod. We'll listen to Jazz music, Celtic lullabies, or Hushabye Baby George Strait...but when he's not in the car I sometimes feel the need to rock and sing along to some more current music. Yesterday on my way to work I heard a song by the band Foster the People. I hadn't heard it before and I really liked the beat! I was humming/mumbling along, as I always do when I don't know the words (don't lie I know you've done it before too!) and I caught the chorus. I thought, maybe I didn't hear that right and waited on it to come up again. The words kind of made me stop and think about how younger kids really shouldn't be listening to that song. The part said, "All you little kids in your pumped up kicks you better run baby run, faster than my gun." Well I work hard so that hopefully someday Owen can wear pumped up kicks and hate to think that he would need to run from anyone because of the clothes he wears. Maybe I don't know the whole story to the song and I very well could be wrong, but just a reminder that children are always listening.

Life Lesson #15: Music and other media have a great influence on children.

A New Hairdo

Baby Owen is rocking a new big boy harido! I must admit it was a little nerve racking for me, but we made the decision to cut (or trim) his lovely auburn locks because he has Santa pictures next week...and also because he keeps getting called a "she". I will never understand why when my son is dressed in boy clothes and a bib with a football he's still called a "she". Sorry, got a little sidetracked there, Owen did great for his first haircut. He sat in my lap and just looked around, not one little tear. Of course you know that I took pictures to share, ENJOY!



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Bathtime for Boys

Marcus ran Owen's bathwater and started giving him a bath the other night while I cleaned up the kitchen from supper. When I went in to take over bath duty so that he could get ready for work, there was a good bit of water in the tub. So I asked Marcus why he ran so much water here's the conversation that followed...

Me: Why did you run so much water? He's just a baby and doesn't really need that much.
Marcus: Well, if I'm giving him a bath he's getting this much water.
Me: Why? That seems like a waste of water to me.
Marcus: He needs enough water to cover up his little pee-pee. Have you ever tried taking a bath with a cold pee-pee?
Me: Well actually, no I haven't...
Marcus: Well it doesn't feel very good.

Life Lesson #14: Mommies don't know everything about baby boys!

Baby Songs

Night before last Marcus was holding Owen while I got Owen's things ready for bed. This is the conversation we had...

Marcus (Bouncing Owen on his knee and talking to him): Walk a spider, walk a spider, walk a spider...don't fall down!
Me: Umm...I think that you're combining the best of two baby songs there
Marcus: What do you mean? (Yes, he was serious! Even though he's seen me do the Ride a horsey thing a million times.)
Me: Well, It's Ride a horsey, ride a horsey, don't fall down and then Walk a spider, walk a spider, get Owen right there and you tickle him.
Marcus: Oh well, now I know!

We both had a little laugh and Marcus learned some new songs for Baby Owen. I thought it was a little heart warming just to overhear him trying to sing with Owen....even if he got the words mixed up :)

That's Not Chocolate Cake...

I had to bake a cake for a family get together and it was cooling on a rack while I fed Owen supper. After he ate I sat him in the floor with some bowls to beat on while I was icing the cake. When I finished I saw Chloe (our dog) licking the floor and I thought, "Oh no! I dropped chocolate cake batter on the floor and she's going to be sick!" As I got closer to clean it up I realized that it was not chocolate cake...it was coming from Baby O's diaper! Then I remembered that we had a struggle to get his diaper on straight since he was trying to sit up and crawl away....and I do seem to recall some grunting in the highchair now that I think about it.

Life Lesson #13: Dogs mouths are NOT clean!