Dear Baby Owen,
8 months old, pushing 9 months, and so now I find myself pinning ideas on Pinterest for your first birthday. How did we get here so fast??!!
You still have no interest on being on your belly, but I feel like you'll probably be a little butt scooter, unless all the other kids in your daycare convince you otherwise. Because the majority of the kids are around the same age, give or take a few weeks, you all hit the same milestones about the same time, which makes it super fun for your teachers. Imagine all the fun they experienced a couple weeks ago when about 5 of you cut teeth at exactly the same time.
Luke and I are trying to get you to pull up so you can play on your activity table. You're not quite sure how to balance yourself on those little legs of yours quite yet, so I hold you up in case you try to fall forward and hit your nose on the table. You love any play time you can get with Luke. He likes to come up to you and pretend to sneeze, and you crack up. You think that's the funniest thing you've ever heard! Your dad and I love listening and watching to you two play. Luke is pretty anxious for you to get bigger. The other day he got mad because you're too little to play and drive the jeep with him.
You have cut both bottom two teeth and it has been hard. You are not an easy teether and let it be known that you are in pain. It breaks our heart, but it's a necessary evil. And because you still nurse (trust me, I've tried to wean you), when you're done, you've started biting me with those sharp little teeth and it.is.not.funny. OUCH! And on top of biting me, you pull my hair, pinch my arms and scratch my neck while I'm rocking you to sleep. Last night I just couldn't take it anymore and laid you down in your bed, turned your mobile on and called it a night. You finally gave up the ghost and fell asleep. Maybe we have ourselves a new nighttime routine.
You're on your 3rd ear infection, this time it's a double ear infection, and so we're going to see one of the doctors I worked for during my externship to talk about tubes. I hope that after we get tubes you'll start sleeping better. When we stayed at M and Pa's the other night you were up for 3 hours refusing to sleep. I finally woke up M and told her I was getting your brother up and driving us home. She sent me to bed and rocked you to sleep, slept in the room with you and was a true blessing for letting me get 2 hours of sleep before you got up again to nurse.
We went to visit Grandma and Grandpa during your dad's birthday weekend and had a great time. Next year, you'll be old enough to go to the baseball game with grandpa, dad and Luke. You were a good traveler! We're planning a vacation so I hope you'll continue to travel well :)
We love you little man.
Mom and Dad
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Thursday, April 18, 2013
funnies
When I asked Luke to pick up his toys he said 'Never, never, never!' and then crossed his arms in defiance. Guess who picked up his toys :)
Luke is into storytelling and his story goes like this:
Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a lion who said 'roar!' (this is where he roars). It's not a tiger it's a lion. The end.
And then he says "That's a great story"
Luke got down in the floor to play with Owen, but he got a little too close and Owen grabbed a handful of Luke's hair. Luke cried out "Help, Mommy!" while Owen laughed a little too much.
While staying at my parents house, I specifically stated that Luke was not to have the iPad in bed. My mom was putting Luke to bed that night and so when I finished putting Owen to bed I went to check on Luke and mom. It's a good thing I checked because they were playing on the iPad. My mom said 'Busted!' and Luke said 'Buster!' We all got a good laugh and then I had to take the iPad. Busted, Buster!
Life sure is fun with a 3 year old!!
Luke is into storytelling and his story goes like this:
Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a lion who said 'roar!' (this is where he roars). It's not a tiger it's a lion. The end.
And then he says "That's a great story"
Luke got down in the floor to play with Owen, but he got a little too close and Owen grabbed a handful of Luke's hair. Luke cried out "Help, Mommy!" while Owen laughed a little too much.
While staying at my parents house, I specifically stated that Luke was not to have the iPad in bed. My mom was putting Luke to bed that night and so when I finished putting Owen to bed I went to check on Luke and mom. It's a good thing I checked because they were playing on the iPad. My mom said 'Busted!' and Luke said 'Buster!' We all got a good laugh and then I had to take the iPad. Busted, Buster!
Life sure is fun with a 3 year old!!
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Letter to Baby
Dear Owen,
You are seven...pushing eight months old. As a matter of fact, you'll be 8 months old next week, so i'm super late getting this post up. I can't believe how fast this month has gone.
My word, you're doing so great at daycare. You love watching all the kids play and interacting with them. When we walk in you get excited and can't wait to start your day. They feed you the squash or avocado I send with you (I think it's time to start trying new foods) in the morning and then you have been eating prunes and apples to help with your digestion (which is working!) in the afternoons. You have a hard time digesting foods and we have had to give you a suppository twice, but the prunes and apples are doing the job...for now.
You're still nursing like a champ, I just hope that my supply can keep up with your demand for a little while longer. I really don't want to switch you to formula, you're picky enough as it is. You definitely have a strong opinion about what you do and don't like.
When we stay at M and Pa's house, I've started to sleep on the sofa bed and leave you in my old room. It seems to be working better this way, you're only getting up twice a night instead of being up 4 or 5 times at night. We're both resting much better and that makes us both happy campers.
You put absolutely everything your little hands can grab in your mouth. My phone, the remote, fuzz. You name it, in it goes. Maybe that's what is messing up your little digestive system. You do like to play more and more, and now that you're doing so great sitting up, I can leave you and accomplish something - like a shower - without full on fit throwing. Although, this just means you're getting closer to being mobile. And that I don't like. You've had your eye on your brothers trains, and he's going to flip out the moment you tear apart his Thomas track.
You are seven...pushing eight months old. As a matter of fact, you'll be 8 months old next week, so i'm super late getting this post up. I can't believe how fast this month has gone.
My word, you're doing so great at daycare. You love watching all the kids play and interacting with them. When we walk in you get excited and can't wait to start your day. They feed you the squash or avocado I send with you (I think it's time to start trying new foods) in the morning and then you have been eating prunes and apples to help with your digestion (which is working!) in the afternoons. You have a hard time digesting foods and we have had to give you a suppository twice, but the prunes and apples are doing the job...for now.
You're still nursing like a champ, I just hope that my supply can keep up with your demand for a little while longer. I really don't want to switch you to formula, you're picky enough as it is. You definitely have a strong opinion about what you do and don't like.
When we stay at M and Pa's house, I've started to sleep on the sofa bed and leave you in my old room. It seems to be working better this way, you're only getting up twice a night instead of being up 4 or 5 times at night. We're both resting much better and that makes us both happy campers.
You put absolutely everything your little hands can grab in your mouth. My phone, the remote, fuzz. You name it, in it goes. Maybe that's what is messing up your little digestive system. You do like to play more and more, and now that you're doing so great sitting up, I can leave you and accomplish something - like a shower - without full on fit throwing. Although, this just means you're getting closer to being mobile. And that I don't like. You've had your eye on your brothers trains, and he's going to flip out the moment you tear apart his Thomas track.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
letter to baby
Dear baby Owen,
You are 6 months old now and really starting to get quite the little personality! Celebrating your brother's 3 year birthday and you being six months, I've realized that you two are growing at incredible rates of speed. Slow down, boss. Slow.down.
You started daycare this month and you really seem to fit right in. I was super nervous because I could not for the life of me get you to take a bottle. You fought it tooth and nail, but the very first day when I picked you up, they said you took the bottle like a champ. You just like to give your mother a nervous breakdown. I see how this is going to play out.
We started you on solid foods and you really like avocado and butternut squash, but then you got sick and stopped eating solids all together. You won't open your mouth. You tighten your lips together, make a fist and yell at us until we stop trying to feed you. So my life is consistent upon getting you to eat again. Don't make me crazy!!
You're sitting up pretty good, but if something gets your attention, you topple over. You haven't quite mastered how to get back up. You really do like sitting up though and think it's much better if you have toys all around. Luke even plays with you, but he doesn't like to share his trains. We'll work on that.
You still aren't sleeping through the night and I'm really starting to get worn out with the multiple times I'm up with you. I finally started making your daddy take a shift and that has helped, but when we stay at M and Pa's, we're on our own and I'm running around in a daze. You love to be swaddled, but you're a master at getting your arm out and knocking out your pacifier. It's loads of fun :)
I can't believe you're half a year old. You are such an amazing addition to our family and we love you so much!
Loves,
Mom and Dad
You are 6 months old now and really starting to get quite the little personality! Celebrating your brother's 3 year birthday and you being six months, I've realized that you two are growing at incredible rates of speed. Slow down, boss. Slow.down.
You started daycare this month and you really seem to fit right in. I was super nervous because I could not for the life of me get you to take a bottle. You fought it tooth and nail, but the very first day when I picked you up, they said you took the bottle like a champ. You just like to give your mother a nervous breakdown. I see how this is going to play out.
We started you on solid foods and you really like avocado and butternut squash, but then you got sick and stopped eating solids all together. You won't open your mouth. You tighten your lips together, make a fist and yell at us until we stop trying to feed you. So my life is consistent upon getting you to eat again. Don't make me crazy!!
You're sitting up pretty good, but if something gets your attention, you topple over. You haven't quite mastered how to get back up. You really do like sitting up though and think it's much better if you have toys all around. Luke even plays with you, but he doesn't like to share his trains. We'll work on that.
You still aren't sleeping through the night and I'm really starting to get worn out with the multiple times I'm up with you. I finally started making your daddy take a shift and that has helped, but when we stay at M and Pa's, we're on our own and I'm running around in a daze. You love to be swaddled, but you're a master at getting your arm out and knocking out your pacifier. It's loads of fun :)
I can't believe you're half a year old. You are such an amazing addition to our family and we love you so much!
Loves,
Mom and Dad
a birthday letter
Dear Luke,
You are THREE. Let that sink in for a moment. You.are.three. And what a terrific three year old you are. Well, minus the tantrums :)
This past year has been pivotal in your development. We started two barely talking and now you are talking full blown sentences. You are so inquisitive and I love that about you. One of my favorite things you say is 'What's that sound?' or 'Where we going?' After being asked a million and one times, I usually respond 'Crazy' and you say, 'No, we no go crazy, we go (fill in the blank to where I've told you we're going the thirty times before changing my answer)'.
You are learning your letters and numbers and it amazes me when you spot one you know and tell me what it is. You have also learned a lot of your shapes and you can spot them a mile away! I'm so proud of everything you have learned, you're such a smart little guy!
The other day you asked me a question and I responded, 'Yes, baby'. You looked at me and told me 'I'm not a baby, I'm a big boy!' Yes you are. Or if I say 'Sorry, Charlie.' You respond by saying 'I'm not Charlie, I'm Luke!' It's pretty funny how you're catching on to those ideas.
You are potty training like a champ! You like to stand up say, 'Watch this, mommy!' and sure enough, you start to potty. Now if I could just get you to aim :) One of these days I'll get you fully potty trained, a drivers license and you'll be graduating college. These days seem to fly by!
You're quite the negotiator and if you really want to do something you might say 'Don't say no, say yes'. I can't help but laugh and so you typically get to do whatever it is I may have said no to before. Or you'll put your hand on your cheeks and look up at us with the sweetest smile, bat your eyes and say 'Please!'. You have us wrapped around your little finger and you use it to your full advantage.
You love trains, cars and airplanes. You really want to ride on an 'hairpane' and ask us all the time if you can. When you're a little older I guess we'll need to buy roundtrip tickets to Dallas and spend the day flying. You look at cars and ask if it's like mommy's car, M's car, Grandma's van, etc, etc, etc. You're really starting to make correlations between things and it's great.
Your little 3 year old self is so fun and we love you so much. The tantrums we could do without, but we absolutely adore you. You'll always be our 'baby luke'.
Stop growing so fast. I'm not prepared for you to know more than me :)
We love you to infinity and beyond!
Mom and Dad
You are THREE. Let that sink in for a moment. You.are.three. And what a terrific three year old you are. Well, minus the tantrums :)
This past year has been pivotal in your development. We started two barely talking and now you are talking full blown sentences. You are so inquisitive and I love that about you. One of my favorite things you say is 'What's that sound?' or 'Where we going?' After being asked a million and one times, I usually respond 'Crazy' and you say, 'No, we no go crazy, we go (fill in the blank to where I've told you we're going the thirty times before changing my answer)'.
You are learning your letters and numbers and it amazes me when you spot one you know and tell me what it is. You have also learned a lot of your shapes and you can spot them a mile away! I'm so proud of everything you have learned, you're such a smart little guy!
The other day you asked me a question and I responded, 'Yes, baby'. You looked at me and told me 'I'm not a baby, I'm a big boy!' Yes you are. Or if I say 'Sorry, Charlie.' You respond by saying 'I'm not Charlie, I'm Luke!' It's pretty funny how you're catching on to those ideas.
You are potty training like a champ! You like to stand up say, 'Watch this, mommy!' and sure enough, you start to potty. Now if I could just get you to aim :) One of these days I'll get you fully potty trained, a drivers license and you'll be graduating college. These days seem to fly by!
You're quite the negotiator and if you really want to do something you might say 'Don't say no, say yes'. I can't help but laugh and so you typically get to do whatever it is I may have said no to before. Or you'll put your hand on your cheeks and look up at us with the sweetest smile, bat your eyes and say 'Please!'. You have us wrapped around your little finger and you use it to your full advantage.
You love trains, cars and airplanes. You really want to ride on an 'hairpane' and ask us all the time if you can. When you're a little older I guess we'll need to buy roundtrip tickets to Dallas and spend the day flying. You look at cars and ask if it's like mommy's car, M's car, Grandma's van, etc, etc, etc. You're really starting to make correlations between things and it's great.
Your little 3 year old self is so fun and we love you so much. The tantrums we could do without, but we absolutely adore you. You'll always be our 'baby luke'.
Stop growing so fast. I'm not prepared for you to know more than me :)
We love you to infinity and beyond!
Mom and Dad
Saturday, January 12, 2013
letter to baby
Dear Baby Owen,
You are a whopping FIVE months old now and that is blowing my mind. Where have the last five months gone? I feel like I was just holding your newborn little body in the hospital. We just brought you home and now, five months later, you've grown so much!
You are a little sensitive to the craziness that goes on around you. If it's too loud or there's just too much going on, you get a little crazed and have a hard time calming down. Case and point - we went to have dinner at our friends' home the other night. We got there and you were asleep in your car seat so we just toted you in and set you in the corner in the dining room. When you woke up you heard all the noise around you and then mommy's friend got you out of your car seat. I think that startled you even more because you didn't see mommy first (you're a little attached to me) and when you did see me, I was holding another baby (which you were not a fan of) and you started to cry. And then you started to scream. And you screamed for probably a good 45 minutes while your daddy and I took turns rocking you in a quiet, dark room while the other ate dinner. After we both inhaled our dinner (we ate fast - you were stressing us out!) we packed you and your brother up and came home. As soon as we got you in the car it's like you flipped a switch and immediately started to calm down. By the time we got you home, you were your normal, happy self. Makes me a little stressed to see how you're going to handle day care next month.
Did I mention you are going to start day care next month? As much as I adore having you at the office, it's getting tougher managing seeing patients and taking care of you - making sure you're getting all the exercise and play time you need. Even though nobody will take as good of care of you as I will, you will be in good hands. We just started trying you on one formula bottle a day to help while you're there during the day, and you are not having any part of that plan. You tighten your lips and refuse by turning your head. I wish I would've had a picture of the first time you tasted that formula. I think we're in trouble. I don't know if I'm going to be able to pump enough to provide you with mommy's milk throughout the whole day and you HAVE to learn to drink out of a bottle. Either way, we have a month to figure it out. Time's a tickin' little one.
You have mastered rolling from your back to your belly. I know this because the last few times I've put you on your back on your little play mat, I leave for two minutes and come back to find you on.your.belly. And little mister, you loathe being on your belly. So now if we could just get you to figure out how to get back to your back, we'd be home free. But for now, you're so proud of yourself for getting to your belly, and then you realize you're actually on your belly, and then the screaming begins. It's loads of fun. Really.
You are really starting to love play time. You giggle the cutest little giggle and sometimes you snort. It may be the cutest snort in all the planet :) You love watching your brother and when he comes over to play, your eyes light up and you start rocking back and forth. I think you both are going to be best friends. And the feeling is mutual, your brother loves you and is already watching out for you. Two stories: the first is that Luke was getting into trouble for throwing toys and you were sick of being on your play mat and crying. While I was in the middle of disciplining Luke you started crying louder. I turned to you and jokingly said 'I'm going to spank you!' and Luke, thinking he was going to get out of trouble, said 'Yes! Spank baby Owen!' Of course, we did not spank you and Luke got out of being in trouble for being so dang clever. The second story: I got you out of the car one cold morning in your car seat and set you by Luke's side of the car to get him out and take him into school. A man was coming out of the door to the school after dropping off his granddaughter and asked if I would like him to set you inside the door. I said yes and he sat you inside while I got Luke out. When Luke realized you were being taken by a complete stranger he lost it. He started crying and yelling 'Baby Owen! He's taking baby Owen!' It's so sweet that he cares so much for you. As a matter of fact, as I'm typing this, your daddy is holding you and Luke came up and gave you a kiss and a high five.
You are putting everything in your mouth. If you can grab it, it's going in your mouth. You try really hard to get those feet in there. And no finger is safe. Not only yours, but anyone holding you or playing with you. You try with all your might to taste every finger that comes your way :) We're going to have to pick up all the little toys that Luke has so you don't swallow a car or a coin.
We love every day with you and can't wait to see what amazing things the next month brings.
All our love,
Mom and Dad
You are a whopping FIVE months old now and that is blowing my mind. Where have the last five months gone? I feel like I was just holding your newborn little body in the hospital. We just brought you home and now, five months later, you've grown so much!
You are a little sensitive to the craziness that goes on around you. If it's too loud or there's just too much going on, you get a little crazed and have a hard time calming down. Case and point - we went to have dinner at our friends' home the other night. We got there and you were asleep in your car seat so we just toted you in and set you in the corner in the dining room. When you woke up you heard all the noise around you and then mommy's friend got you out of your car seat. I think that startled you even more because you didn't see mommy first (you're a little attached to me) and when you did see me, I was holding another baby (which you were not a fan of) and you started to cry. And then you started to scream. And you screamed for probably a good 45 minutes while your daddy and I took turns rocking you in a quiet, dark room while the other ate dinner. After we both inhaled our dinner (we ate fast - you were stressing us out!) we packed you and your brother up and came home. As soon as we got you in the car it's like you flipped a switch and immediately started to calm down. By the time we got you home, you were your normal, happy self. Makes me a little stressed to see how you're going to handle day care next month.
Did I mention you are going to start day care next month? As much as I adore having you at the office, it's getting tougher managing seeing patients and taking care of you - making sure you're getting all the exercise and play time you need. Even though nobody will take as good of care of you as I will, you will be in good hands. We just started trying you on one formula bottle a day to help while you're there during the day, and you are not having any part of that plan. You tighten your lips and refuse by turning your head. I wish I would've had a picture of the first time you tasted that formula. I think we're in trouble. I don't know if I'm going to be able to pump enough to provide you with mommy's milk throughout the whole day and you HAVE to learn to drink out of a bottle. Either way, we have a month to figure it out. Time's a tickin' little one.
You have mastered rolling from your back to your belly. I know this because the last few times I've put you on your back on your little play mat, I leave for two minutes and come back to find you on.your.belly. And little mister, you loathe being on your belly. So now if we could just get you to figure out how to get back to your back, we'd be home free. But for now, you're so proud of yourself for getting to your belly, and then you realize you're actually on your belly, and then the screaming begins. It's loads of fun. Really.
You are really starting to love play time. You giggle the cutest little giggle and sometimes you snort. It may be the cutest snort in all the planet :) You love watching your brother and when he comes over to play, your eyes light up and you start rocking back and forth. I think you both are going to be best friends. And the feeling is mutual, your brother loves you and is already watching out for you. Two stories: the first is that Luke was getting into trouble for throwing toys and you were sick of being on your play mat and crying. While I was in the middle of disciplining Luke you started crying louder. I turned to you and jokingly said 'I'm going to spank you!' and Luke, thinking he was going to get out of trouble, said 'Yes! Spank baby Owen!' Of course, we did not spank you and Luke got out of being in trouble for being so dang clever. The second story: I got you out of the car one cold morning in your car seat and set you by Luke's side of the car to get him out and take him into school. A man was coming out of the door to the school after dropping off his granddaughter and asked if I would like him to set you inside the door. I said yes and he sat you inside while I got Luke out. When Luke realized you were being taken by a complete stranger he lost it. He started crying and yelling 'Baby Owen! He's taking baby Owen!' It's so sweet that he cares so much for you. As a matter of fact, as I'm typing this, your daddy is holding you and Luke came up and gave you a kiss and a high five.
You are putting everything in your mouth. If you can grab it, it's going in your mouth. You try really hard to get those feet in there. And no finger is safe. Not only yours, but anyone holding you or playing with you. You try with all your might to taste every finger that comes your way :) We're going to have to pick up all the little toys that Luke has so you don't swallow a car or a coin.
We love every day with you and can't wait to see what amazing things the next month brings.
All our love,
Mom and Dad
Friday, December 14, 2012
funnies from a toddler
Luke's speech has skyrocketed since starting daycare 6 months ago and I love to hear what he's going to say next.
We are in the midst of potty training and we sing songs while he sits on the potty to pass the time. Yesterday as I was starting to sing, he put his hand up and said 'Stop! Stop! Stop!' He then continued to sing the song by himself...without me.
When asked if he needs a new pull up, more juice, a snack, or anything really, he replies 'no tank you!' Even if he really does.
When we were driving to the beach last week, we went in Grandma and Grandpa's van and they so wonderfully bought Luke a DVD player for the car. When asked what movie he wanted to watch he said 'Hmmm' (then he put is finger to his mouth) 'let me think' I thought Chris and I were going to wet ourselves. It.was.hillarious.
Luke had learned the phrase 'Where we going?' so we heard it about a billion times on our trip to the beach. Finally I said 'Crazy'. He replied 'Crazy? No, we not go crazy. We go to beach'
I just love this stage!!
We are in the midst of potty training and we sing songs while he sits on the potty to pass the time. Yesterday as I was starting to sing, he put his hand up and said 'Stop! Stop! Stop!' He then continued to sing the song by himself...without me.
When asked if he needs a new pull up, more juice, a snack, or anything really, he replies 'no tank you!' Even if he really does.
When we were driving to the beach last week, we went in Grandma and Grandpa's van and they so wonderfully bought Luke a DVD player for the car. When asked what movie he wanted to watch he said 'Hmmm' (then he put is finger to his mouth) 'let me think' I thought Chris and I were going to wet ourselves. It.was.hillarious.
Luke had learned the phrase 'Where we going?' so we heard it about a billion times on our trip to the beach. Finally I said 'Crazy'. He replied 'Crazy? No, we not go crazy. We go to beach'
I just love this stage!!
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