Thirteen months have passed since you entered this world at a whopping 7 pounds and 11 ounces and now you're a hefty 21 pounds and 10 ounces. Carrying you around is getting to be hard!
You are walking. Not just a step or two here or there. Full blown walking. And now you're trying to run. You've been barefoot for so long...okay, 13 months...that we decided now that you're walking we'd put you in shoes. And wouldn't you know, none of Luke's old shoes fit you, so we bought you some. We put them on you and you immediately tried to kick them off. Watching you walk in them was hilarious! Now you're getting used to them, but you still aren't quite sure what they are. You are definitely a barefoot kind of kid.
You've been teething, and you are the crankiest, meanest, whiniest teether on.the.planet. It all starts with fever so you can't be at school, just in case. Then you get mad when we don't carry your 21 pound self all over creation while we try to get things done one handed so when we set you down to play you smack us (or Luke says, high five us) in the face. And once you're in the floor with your toys at your reach, you start whining. And you whine until we pick you up again. And then we repeat the process. Stupid teeth.
You still love playing with balls. We can break your attention from the tantrum you're throwing by saying, 'Owen, where's your ball?' And off you go, hunting one down. We've had to put the small hard ones away that go with some of your other toys because having them thrown at our head wasn't much fun. You're loving your new class at daycare, you get to get out and play in the gym and they have a ton of balls, so you're in your own little paradise. I just hope you aren't throwing them at your friends.
You are just a joy (unless you're having a serious tantrum) and we love you to pieces.
Mom and Dad
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