Baby Owen,
You're 16 months old and just coming in with a new trick - the temper tantrum. And molars. And they don't mix. Let's start with the temper tantrum…
I found out you had been working on the art of the well known temper tantrum when I picked you up from school last week. Luke had been picked up previously by M so it was just us. When we got upstairs to leave and were walking out of the building into the parking lot I went to hold your hold and you promptly snatched it away. I explained, best I could to a sixteen month old, that we hold hands in parking lots and went to grab your hand again. And you snatched away. I gave you one more opportunity to give me your hand and when you didn't comply I picked you up to carry you to the car. And that's when the temper tantrum began. As I picked you up, you threw yourself backwards, stuck your hips and stiffened up. Screaming is what normally occurs, the sound out of your mouth sounded like you alerting authorities ten miles away. While I tried to put you in your carseat you tried to throw yourself out. I had to push down on your belly and fight the straps while you're fighting me. Can you say stubborn?
And those molars. If you can shove an object back into your mouth to relieve some of the pain, you're going to do it. Luke's toothbrush? Check. Mommy's eye drops? Check. Add that with a sore throat and a round of antibiotics and call me wiped. I'm pretty sure I've said this before, but you are a terrible teether.
You still love your usual foods, and we tried to give you crawfish last night but you wouldn't try it. You typically will try new foods. You do love the noodles from sausage and peppers and black eyed peas. And you still love to feed Baxter. It's a wonder he even eats his dog food anymore.
We've been iced in the last couple of days and cabin fever hasn't been too terrible. You helped me glue on some cotton balls to make Santa's beard, you've helped me measure fabric and watch videos on how to sew on bias tape. Ok, maybe cabin fever has set in. I suggested to your father we take you and Luke outside, but he said it was so slick outside that he didn't think it would be enjoyable. We didn't really get any snow, just a ton of sleet, so I agreed. No sense in an unnecessary ER trip.
You can imitate animal sounds and call Baxter 'umph umph' which is really 'woof woof' but you won't take your passy out. You are starting to say 'dada' a lot more and you said 'my ball' the other day several times. We're working on saying 'luke' 'passy' and 'cup', but again, that passy is stuck in that mouth of yours which makes talking a little less important.
As you know, you love balls and have started tossing them in the air over and over and over again. It keeps you entertained for a bit. And you've started playing with cars and making little car sounds when you play. And you and Luke will race them around the ottoman and have a blast. I'm glad you two are really starting to play together. But just like any siblings, it doesn't last long. You pull Luke's hair or he crashes his car into yours. Someone always ends up in tears.
We're so in love with you, don't ever forget that.
Mom and Dad
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Letter to Baby
Dear Owen,
You are a fifteen month old and still attached to that pacifier of yours. Somehow, though, I just can't work up the courage to snatch it from you. It still means you're my little baby in some ways. In others, it just means I'm pitiful.
You bit me again. On my stomach. It wasn't pleasant and you would be wise not to do it again. And you also tried to pinch me. It would behoove you to keep your teeth and your little pinchers to yourself.
You love playing outside but hate being in the grass. Your dad raked up a bunch of leaves for you and Luke to play in, and you weren't so thrilled with the idea. Even watching Luke run through them didn't make it more enticing. You were much happier when your dad set you back on the driveway...back on solid ground.
You and Luke are doing a great job 'playing' together for the most part. Sometimes he likes to torture you by stealing your toy, and sometimes you like to torture him by stealing his. But you really do love playing with him and enjoy when he'll play with you. You two even figured out how you could sit down on one of the push toys and Luke could push you around outside. It was great fun till Luke took a turn a little too sharp and you toppled out. You ended up with a scratch on your nose and some pavement burn on your forehead, but it didn't take too long to get over it and move on to the next activity.
You love to tackle me and your father and you'll run at us full speed when we're all in the floor playing and throw your little body at us. We've nicknamed you 'Mack'. It's because it's equivalent to being hit by a mack truck. Funny thing is, your middle name was almost Mac, because that's your Great Grandma's maiden name....well, part of it at least.
You are still a good eater, not too picky like your brother. You won't touch a hot dog with a ten foot pole though. You will throw it all in the floor, which is just fine with Baxter. As a matter of fact, you throw a lot of food in the floor for Baxter's enjoyment, but that usually signals you've had enough and you're ready to go do something else. Every once in a while you'll wonder back to the table and beg for a bite of whatever your dad and I are eating. And you still love ice cream. That has to be your favorite treat of all, and your Pa loves feeding it to you.
We met your new cousin, Brooke, last week and I kneeled down with her to let you see and you kissed her side. It was so sweet! I must admit, I was a little worried you were going to scream and hit with the sight of me holding another baby, but you had Rylie (the dog), Luke and Uncle Jon to play with, so it didn't phase you too much.
We haven't really added any words to your vocabulary, which is sad, but you love reading books and your receptive language is great. You do know how to get your point across and show us what you want. You are an expert at shaking your head 'yes' and 'no' until we get it right :).
You're hair is getting longer and starting to flip up in the back, but you are not in need of a haircut quite yet! It has a little red tint to it so I know where you get the temper :)
You're perfect in every way and we love you!
Mom and Dad
You are a fifteen month old and still attached to that pacifier of yours. Somehow, though, I just can't work up the courage to snatch it from you. It still means you're my little baby in some ways. In others, it just means I'm pitiful.
You bit me again. On my stomach. It wasn't pleasant and you would be wise not to do it again. And you also tried to pinch me. It would behoove you to keep your teeth and your little pinchers to yourself.
You love playing outside but hate being in the grass. Your dad raked up a bunch of leaves for you and Luke to play in, and you weren't so thrilled with the idea. Even watching Luke run through them didn't make it more enticing. You were much happier when your dad set you back on the driveway...back on solid ground.
You and Luke are doing a great job 'playing' together for the most part. Sometimes he likes to torture you by stealing your toy, and sometimes you like to torture him by stealing his. But you really do love playing with him and enjoy when he'll play with you. You two even figured out how you could sit down on one of the push toys and Luke could push you around outside. It was great fun till Luke took a turn a little too sharp and you toppled out. You ended up with a scratch on your nose and some pavement burn on your forehead, but it didn't take too long to get over it and move on to the next activity.
You love to tackle me and your father and you'll run at us full speed when we're all in the floor playing and throw your little body at us. We've nicknamed you 'Mack'. It's because it's equivalent to being hit by a mack truck. Funny thing is, your middle name was almost Mac, because that's your Great Grandma's maiden name....well, part of it at least.
You are still a good eater, not too picky like your brother. You won't touch a hot dog with a ten foot pole though. You will throw it all in the floor, which is just fine with Baxter. As a matter of fact, you throw a lot of food in the floor for Baxter's enjoyment, but that usually signals you've had enough and you're ready to go do something else. Every once in a while you'll wonder back to the table and beg for a bite of whatever your dad and I are eating. And you still love ice cream. That has to be your favorite treat of all, and your Pa loves feeding it to you.
We met your new cousin, Brooke, last week and I kneeled down with her to let you see and you kissed her side. It was so sweet! I must admit, I was a little worried you were going to scream and hit with the sight of me holding another baby, but you had Rylie (the dog), Luke and Uncle Jon to play with, so it didn't phase you too much.
We haven't really added any words to your vocabulary, which is sad, but you love reading books and your receptive language is great. You do know how to get your point across and show us what you want. You are an expert at shaking your head 'yes' and 'no' until we get it right :).
You're hair is getting longer and starting to flip up in the back, but you are not in need of a haircut quite yet! It has a little red tint to it so I know where you get the temper :)
You're perfect in every way and we love you!
Mom and Dad
Friday, October 18, 2013
Letter to Baby
Dear Owen,
You are fourteen months and some change. The time keeps speeding by faster and faster and I'm not sure how well I'm adjusting.
I've been going through all the clothes you've outgrown lately, and since we aren't planning on having any more little ones, I'm donating to other babies. I've kept a few things, the special things that I just can't bear to let go, but most of it's going. Seriously, you and your wife won't want any of this when you have kids in 40 years. This stuff will be so old fashion by then. So just expect to bring your baby home in what I keep of yours. Unless it's a girl, in which case, dye it pink :)
You're practically running now. You love to play chase and you race to the couch and lay your head down on the cushion like it's 'safe'. You are becoming so independent, unless of course you are tired or just generally upset. In which case you can totally throw a fit until we pick you up and you stop the water works. You are pretty crafty at making us feel like awful parents until you get your way.
And you bit me. Twice. Today. And all I have to say is - Ow! We'll nip that in the bud real quick.
You are really good at finger pointing and getting what you want. Your favorite thing to throw a fit over right now is a remote. We just take batteries out and hand it over. You point it at the TV and have a great time.
And you love playing with Luke. And vice versa. Except when you tear his train tracks apart, and then you two have to play separately for a while. Or when he snatches toys out of your hand. And then you have to play separately for a while. It goes both ways. But generally you adore each other and I'm so grateful for that.
I think you've said 'mine' a few times, but mostly you just say 'ball' and 'mama'. Sometimes you'll get out 'dada' or 'high five'. We're working on 'up', 'cup', 'bath' and 'book'. So far it's not taking for your expressive language, but your receptive language is amazing. You're a bright boy and don't you forget it. You are loving books and, especially the tough and feel. You are starting to imitate the sounds of animals like 'moo' and 'oink'.
You love to play outside and go on stroller rides and push toys around. You always get covered in sidewalk chalk as well. I've never seen anything like it! I've been putting you in the little cozy coupe car but you haven't figured out how to pick your feet up so we can only go backwards. It doesn't matter to you, you enjoy just being pushed around. You really want to ride Luke's big wheel, but sorry, you're too small and your legs are too short. Someday though!
We love how you are growing and enjoy you every single day.
You definitely keep us on our toes.
Loves,
Mom and Dad
You are fourteen months and some change. The time keeps speeding by faster and faster and I'm not sure how well I'm adjusting.
I've been going through all the clothes you've outgrown lately, and since we aren't planning on having any more little ones, I'm donating to other babies. I've kept a few things, the special things that I just can't bear to let go, but most of it's going. Seriously, you and your wife won't want any of this when you have kids in 40 years. This stuff will be so old fashion by then. So just expect to bring your baby home in what I keep of yours. Unless it's a girl, in which case, dye it pink :)
You're practically running now. You love to play chase and you race to the couch and lay your head down on the cushion like it's 'safe'. You are becoming so independent, unless of course you are tired or just generally upset. In which case you can totally throw a fit until we pick you up and you stop the water works. You are pretty crafty at making us feel like awful parents until you get your way.
And you bit me. Twice. Today. And all I have to say is - Ow! We'll nip that in the bud real quick.
You are really good at finger pointing and getting what you want. Your favorite thing to throw a fit over right now is a remote. We just take batteries out and hand it over. You point it at the TV and have a great time.
And you love playing with Luke. And vice versa. Except when you tear his train tracks apart, and then you two have to play separately for a while. Or when he snatches toys out of your hand. And then you have to play separately for a while. It goes both ways. But generally you adore each other and I'm so grateful for that.
I think you've said 'mine' a few times, but mostly you just say 'ball' and 'mama'. Sometimes you'll get out 'dada' or 'high five'. We're working on 'up', 'cup', 'bath' and 'book'. So far it's not taking for your expressive language, but your receptive language is amazing. You're a bright boy and don't you forget it. You are loving books and, especially the tough and feel. You are starting to imitate the sounds of animals like 'moo' and 'oink'.
You love to play outside and go on stroller rides and push toys around. You always get covered in sidewalk chalk as well. I've never seen anything like it! I've been putting you in the little cozy coupe car but you haven't figured out how to pick your feet up so we can only go backwards. It doesn't matter to you, you enjoy just being pushed around. You really want to ride Luke's big wheel, but sorry, you're too small and your legs are too short. Someday though!
We love how you are growing and enjoy you every single day.
You definitely keep us on our toes.
Loves,
Mom and Dad
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Letter to Baby
Dear Owen,
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 love to eat...if the 21 pounds didn't clue you in. Right now your favorite foods include peaches, yogurt, banana and cereal. You do like to throw your food in the floor and 'feed' Baxter. We're working on curbing that bad habit. And you love to get into the refrigerator. If we open that door for any reason, you're climbing in. And you also like to help close the door.
You are just a joy (unless you're having a serious tantrum) and we love you to pieces.
Mom and Dad
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
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Letter to the Birthday Boy
Dear Birthday Boy,
You are a whopping ONE YEAR OLD now. You still lay your head down on my arm and let me rock you to sleep. You giggle when I rub your back - you're most ticklish there, just like me. You're exploring more and more, getting more teeth and beginning to walk. My baby is one.
Back to rocking you to sleep. We, ahem, I, have spoiled you rotten since day one. Then night before you turned one, you slept through the night for the very first time. It was magical. But you've gotten in this pattern of being rocked sound asleep, and then waking up and crying the moment you feel your little body leaving mine and waking right back up and crying. I've just had to let you cry it out, and I know it hurts your feelings, but you.have.to.sleep. That's it, end of story. And eventually you do fall asleep, but you put up one heck of a fight. And you're waking up in the middle of the night now crying for your pacifier, but we've let you find it on your own and it only takes a few minutes before you're back to sleep again.
M met a lady who said you were a lap baby. You cry and someone picks you up and puts you on their lap. Yep, I did it to us. You were spoiled rotten for six whole months coming to work with me and while we are at M and Pa's, you get picked up and carried around. When we're at home you have always been toted back and forth from one spot to the next. But then you started crawling and things became more accessible to you. And that meant you didn't get carried and toted from one spot to the other. Nope, you crawl after us crying, wondering why we aren't taking you with us? Well, it's because now you're mobile. And getting heavy. And you're not as still so it's harder to multitask while holding you. So I just have to let you cry. It's not a cry because you're hurt, it's a cry because you just don't know why in the world I walked past without picking you up. It's getting better, especially because now, you are taking steps.
Steps I say. The precursor to walking. The world is your oyster. And we should probably babyproof a little more. But right now you'll only walk for us if we stand you up, step back and hold our arms out for you. You walk right to us and then the last step you kinda start falling forward and we catch you. You think it's great fun, but I know you'll be walking like crazy in no time flat.
You love to sing 'Itsy Bitsy Spider' and wave your arms to all the motions. You sing along with Luke when he sings the 'ABC' song. You throw your arms up way over your head when we say 'How big is Owen?' and you play peek a boo. I love all the little things you do. And you've just started really putting your head down on our shoulder, which may be the sweetest thing ever.
You still love going to daycare, and you get excited when we walk through the doors. You love all the interaction with the other kids and they have a big gym with a ton of balls for you to play with! And my favorite part is when I pick you up in the afternoon, you hear my voice and start squealing with delight. It makes my heart do some serious smiling.
You have a total of 4 teeth - 2 lower (they came in first around 10 months), and 2 upper (they came in several weeks ago). You're curious, don't really like reading books with me (that doesn't stop me from reading at least 3 to you), love peek a boo and playing with Luke.
You are one. An amazing one year old. And your father and I thank Heavenly Father every day for entrusting us with you while we are on this earth.
We love you.
Mom and Dad
You are a whopping ONE YEAR OLD now. You still lay your head down on my arm and let me rock you to sleep. You giggle when I rub your back - you're most ticklish there, just like me. You're exploring more and more, getting more teeth and beginning to walk. My baby is one.
Back to rocking you to sleep. We, ahem, I, have spoiled you rotten since day one. Then night before you turned one, you slept through the night for the very first time. It was magical. But you've gotten in this pattern of being rocked sound asleep, and then waking up and crying the moment you feel your little body leaving mine and waking right back up and crying. I've just had to let you cry it out, and I know it hurts your feelings, but you.have.to.sleep. That's it, end of story. And eventually you do fall asleep, but you put up one heck of a fight. And you're waking up in the middle of the night now crying for your pacifier, but we've let you find it on your own and it only takes a few minutes before you're back to sleep again.
M met a lady who said you were a lap baby. You cry and someone picks you up and puts you on their lap. Yep, I did it to us. You were spoiled rotten for six whole months coming to work with me and while we are at M and Pa's, you get picked up and carried around. When we're at home you have always been toted back and forth from one spot to the next. But then you started crawling and things became more accessible to you. And that meant you didn't get carried and toted from one spot to the other. Nope, you crawl after us crying, wondering why we aren't taking you with us? Well, it's because now you're mobile. And getting heavy. And you're not as still so it's harder to multitask while holding you. So I just have to let you cry. It's not a cry because you're hurt, it's a cry because you just don't know why in the world I walked past without picking you up. It's getting better, especially because now, you are taking steps.
Steps I say. The precursor to walking. The world is your oyster. And we should probably babyproof a little more. But right now you'll only walk for us if we stand you up, step back and hold our arms out for you. You walk right to us and then the last step you kinda start falling forward and we catch you. You think it's great fun, but I know you'll be walking like crazy in no time flat.
You love to sing 'Itsy Bitsy Spider' and wave your arms to all the motions. You sing along with Luke when he sings the 'ABC' song. You throw your arms up way over your head when we say 'How big is Owen?' and you play peek a boo. I love all the little things you do. And you've just started really putting your head down on our shoulder, which may be the sweetest thing ever.
You still love going to daycare, and you get excited when we walk through the doors. You love all the interaction with the other kids and they have a big gym with a ton of balls for you to play with! And my favorite part is when I pick you up in the afternoon, you hear my voice and start squealing with delight. It makes my heart do some serious smiling.
You have a total of 4 teeth - 2 lower (they came in first around 10 months), and 2 upper (they came in several weeks ago). You're curious, don't really like reading books with me (that doesn't stop me from reading at least 3 to you), love peek a boo and playing with Luke.
You are one. An amazing one year old. And your father and I thank Heavenly Father every day for entrusting us with you while we are on this earth.
We love you.
Mom and Dad
Friday, July 26, 2013
Letter to baby
Dear Owen,
I am so late in writing this letter this month. I think I've been denial that my 11 month old is weeks away (now just 1 week away) from turning 1. My baby is growing up. Ugh, that's a tough pill to swallow.
But since you are still 11 months old, let's have a chat about all the awesome things you're doing. Such as, you have mastered crawling! There's nothing holding you back now, and you are so much happier now that you are completely mobile. You pull up on absolutely everything and let those hands get you into a ton of trouble. Case and point, I let Luke have his pancakes in the living room one morning while I went to fold the clothes. Luke's plate was safe on the ottoman (or so I thought), but when I was done folding clothes I came back to find that you had pulled his plate off the ottoman and you and Baxter were having a good old time eating pancakes. Meanwhile, Luke was engrossed in watching Netflix and could have cared less to come warn me that syrup was soaking into the carpet. You both eat at the kitchen table for all meals now. No exceptions.
You are learning more words! In addition to 'mama, dada, baw (for ball)' you now say 'i by' for high five and 'ba' for bath and 'bye bye'. You're one smart cookie. You also blow kisses, but only when it's convenient, and you like to pretend sneeze and do it until someone joins in, in which case you get a pretty good case of the giggles.
You STILL aren't sleeping through the night and I've had about all I can take. We're down to just nursing at night and I think you're so accustomed to waking up for a midnight snack (or three) that it's just part of the routine. A few nights ago you were up and after being fed you refused to go back to bed. I'd rock you until you were fast asleep and lay you down in your crib and you would wake right back up. We did this a few times and finally I just left you in your crib and let you cry it out. I was tired and we had to work the next day. Eventually you fell asleep and as long as your fed, dry and safe, I say, cry it out. Harsh? Maybe. Necessary? Probably.
You love balls and it's the first thing you go for. There can be a zillion other toys around and you will find the one ball to play with. It's really entertaining watching you crawl around chasing that ball from one end of the house to the other. Other than that, you really enjoy destroying Luke's train tracks and climbing all over daddy when he's in the floor with you. You also love watching Luke to see what he'll do and if he'll engage you in play. You two are so sweet!
You're eating table food now and won't hardly eat a container of baby food anymore. It's great that you'l pretty much eat whatever we're having, it makes it easy when we're out to eat. I'm hoping we can continue you on this path of eating what we eat so you won't be so limited as to what you like like your brother. So far you're happy as long as you're fed.
We're getting ready for your first birthday and can't wait to celebrate! You're a pretty awesome baby, so I know you'll be an amazing one year old.
We love you so much,
Mom and Dad
I am so late in writing this letter this month. I think I've been denial that my 11 month old is weeks away (now just 1 week away) from turning 1. My baby is growing up. Ugh, that's a tough pill to swallow.
But since you are still 11 months old, let's have a chat about all the awesome things you're doing. Such as, you have mastered crawling! There's nothing holding you back now, and you are so much happier now that you are completely mobile. You pull up on absolutely everything and let those hands get you into a ton of trouble. Case and point, I let Luke have his pancakes in the living room one morning while I went to fold the clothes. Luke's plate was safe on the ottoman (or so I thought), but when I was done folding clothes I came back to find that you had pulled his plate off the ottoman and you and Baxter were having a good old time eating pancakes. Meanwhile, Luke was engrossed in watching Netflix and could have cared less to come warn me that syrup was soaking into the carpet. You both eat at the kitchen table for all meals now. No exceptions.
You are learning more words! In addition to 'mama, dada, baw (for ball)' you now say 'i by' for high five and 'ba' for bath and 'bye bye'. You're one smart cookie. You also blow kisses, but only when it's convenient, and you like to pretend sneeze and do it until someone joins in, in which case you get a pretty good case of the giggles.
You STILL aren't sleeping through the night and I've had about all I can take. We're down to just nursing at night and I think you're so accustomed to waking up for a midnight snack (or three) that it's just part of the routine. A few nights ago you were up and after being fed you refused to go back to bed. I'd rock you until you were fast asleep and lay you down in your crib and you would wake right back up. We did this a few times and finally I just left you in your crib and let you cry it out. I was tired and we had to work the next day. Eventually you fell asleep and as long as your fed, dry and safe, I say, cry it out. Harsh? Maybe. Necessary? Probably.
You love balls and it's the first thing you go for. There can be a zillion other toys around and you will find the one ball to play with. It's really entertaining watching you crawl around chasing that ball from one end of the house to the other. Other than that, you really enjoy destroying Luke's train tracks and climbing all over daddy when he's in the floor with you. You also love watching Luke to see what he'll do and if he'll engage you in play. You two are so sweet!
You're eating table food now and won't hardly eat a container of baby food anymore. It's great that you'l pretty much eat whatever we're having, it makes it easy when we're out to eat. I'm hoping we can continue you on this path of eating what we eat so you won't be so limited as to what you like like your brother. So far you're happy as long as you're fed.
We're getting ready for your first birthday and can't wait to celebrate! You're a pretty awesome baby, so I know you'll be an amazing one year old.
We love you so much,
Mom and Dad
Monday, June 17, 2013
Letter to Baby
Owen,
Hi baby! You are 10 months old now! And you're still only growing hair down the middle of your head :) I love feeling that fuzzy hair of yours!
You are becoming quite the stubborn little stinkpot if you catch my drift. If it's not going you're way, you will let us know about it. Luke is definitely the calm, easy going kid and you are the stubborn my way or the highway kid. Phew! You take it out of us some days, kiddo! Relax, baby :) One of your new favorite things is to throw yourself backwards and cry at the top of your lungs. Not a fun trait.
One of the things we do love is how absolutely stinking adorable you are when you're in a good mood and playing. We love to hear you laugh and Luke cracks you up. You love to watch him climb the stairs at school as fast as he can, and you crack up when he reaches the top and declares he's the winner. He loves to kiss you and blow raspberries on your belly. And if you're crying, that sometimes makes you laugh.
We went on vacation a couple weeks ago and you hated the beach. Screamed when we put sunscreen on you. Screamed when your feet touched the sand. Screamed at the sound of the waves. Screamed louder when we tried to put your toes in the ocean. Screamed in the car if I wasn't sitting in the backseat entertaining you. There were good times, don't get me wrong, but you just weren't a fan of the sun, sand and surf. Or the car.
You are eating table food now and you love it. If you can gum/chew it, you're eating it. There's not a whole lot right now you don't like. I'm still feeding you some baby food every now and then, but I still want you to nurse for a little while longer, too. We are starting to wean you and you don't seem to mind. You're still waking up once or twice at night to nurse still so that's okay. Otherwise we are giving you whole milk mixed with mommy's milk in a bottle during the day. You seem to be adjusting well and we just introduced a sippy cup and juice. You are just growing up!
You still aren't crawling, and frankly have no interest in doing so. You love to walk and want us to hold your hands and walk you everywhere. It's funny that you love to walk so much with us, but you won't walk behind a toy or along the couch. You're stationary when it comes to that. We'll get there one of these days, though.
We love you little one, temper and all.
Mom and Dad
Hi baby! You are 10 months old now! And you're still only growing hair down the middle of your head :) I love feeling that fuzzy hair of yours!
You are becoming quite the stubborn little stinkpot if you catch my drift. If it's not going you're way, you will let us know about it. Luke is definitely the calm, easy going kid and you are the stubborn my way or the highway kid. Phew! You take it out of us some days, kiddo! Relax, baby :) One of your new favorite things is to throw yourself backwards and cry at the top of your lungs. Not a fun trait.
One of the things we do love is how absolutely stinking adorable you are when you're in a good mood and playing. We love to hear you laugh and Luke cracks you up. You love to watch him climb the stairs at school as fast as he can, and you crack up when he reaches the top and declares he's the winner. He loves to kiss you and blow raspberries on your belly. And if you're crying, that sometimes makes you laugh.
We went on vacation a couple weeks ago and you hated the beach. Screamed when we put sunscreen on you. Screamed when your feet touched the sand. Screamed at the sound of the waves. Screamed louder when we tried to put your toes in the ocean. Screamed in the car if I wasn't sitting in the backseat entertaining you. There were good times, don't get me wrong, but you just weren't a fan of the sun, sand and surf. Or the car.
You are eating table food now and you love it. If you can gum/chew it, you're eating it. There's not a whole lot right now you don't like. I'm still feeding you some baby food every now and then, but I still want you to nurse for a little while longer, too. We are starting to wean you and you don't seem to mind. You're still waking up once or twice at night to nurse still so that's okay. Otherwise we are giving you whole milk mixed with mommy's milk in a bottle during the day. You seem to be adjusting well and we just introduced a sippy cup and juice. You are just growing up!
You still aren't crawling, and frankly have no interest in doing so. You love to walk and want us to hold your hands and walk you everywhere. It's funny that you love to walk so much with us, but you won't walk behind a toy or along the couch. You're stationary when it comes to that. We'll get there one of these days, though.
We love you little one, temper and all.
Mom and Dad
Monday, June 10, 2013
Owen
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Monday, May 20, 2013
Letter to Baby
Baby Owen,
My sweet little nine month old - you are just so fun! You are a whopping 18 pounds and 27 inches long! I look at you when you're all nice and cuddled up in my arms while I rock you in the middle of the night (several times in the middle of the night, to be exact) and I can't believe that in a few short months you'll be one. You are such a joy and I love that you're a little momma's boy...for now.
I say you're a little momma's boy, but there are times where you want nothing to do with me and you cling to your daddy. If he tries to hand you off to me, you're turning away and grabbing at his shirt. Your daddy thinks it's pretty funny...and so do you! It's a fun little game we play. You still aren't a fan of letting others hold you if I'm around. You feel that as long as I'm within ear shot, you should be with me and that's that. Sometimes this mommy needs a rest! 18 pounds is getting heavy to tote around, mister!
We had your tubes put in a couple weeks ago and you seem to be doing better now. Dr. Gardner said your left ear was super infected so I'm really glad we went ahead and did this. You were in good hands, although you didn't care for being toted away without me. When we got back to recovery you were coming out of the anesthesia and not happy. I fed you and your daddy rocked you, and after a little bit of you still crying, I decided we would just head home and maybe you would fall asleep in the car. Sure enough, as soon as we pulled out of the parking lot you were asleep. And you slept most of the day. You're babbling more now, and hopefully you'll start crawling now!
Speaking of crawling, you are doing much better at being on your tummy now that you have the tubes in. You are getting that upper body strength and keeping that head way up and you're kicking those legs like crazy, but they've yet to cooperate to move you. You can twirl yourself in a circle, and you've scooted yourself backwards a time or two, but that's about it for now. I know you'll get it. Or you'll go straight to walking. Pulling up isn't quite there either. You like to stand and bobble around while we hold onto you, so maybe you really will just go straight to walking.
You have learned how to clap and you clap all the time. Done nursing? Clap. Luke gave you a toy? Clap. Daddy stubbed his toe? Clap. It's really cute and I love this stage of learning all these new things! I can't wait to see what you learn next.
We love you little one!
Mom and Dad
My sweet little nine month old - you are just so fun! You are a whopping 18 pounds and 27 inches long! I look at you when you're all nice and cuddled up in my arms while I rock you in the middle of the night (several times in the middle of the night, to be exact) and I can't believe that in a few short months you'll be one. You are such a joy and I love that you're a little momma's boy...for now.
I say you're a little momma's boy, but there are times where you want nothing to do with me and you cling to your daddy. If he tries to hand you off to me, you're turning away and grabbing at his shirt. Your daddy thinks it's pretty funny...and so do you! It's a fun little game we play. You still aren't a fan of letting others hold you if I'm around. You feel that as long as I'm within ear shot, you should be with me and that's that. Sometimes this mommy needs a rest! 18 pounds is getting heavy to tote around, mister!
We had your tubes put in a couple weeks ago and you seem to be doing better now. Dr. Gardner said your left ear was super infected so I'm really glad we went ahead and did this. You were in good hands, although you didn't care for being toted away without me. When we got back to recovery you were coming out of the anesthesia and not happy. I fed you and your daddy rocked you, and after a little bit of you still crying, I decided we would just head home and maybe you would fall asleep in the car. Sure enough, as soon as we pulled out of the parking lot you were asleep. And you slept most of the day. You're babbling more now, and hopefully you'll start crawling now!
Speaking of crawling, you are doing much better at being on your tummy now that you have the tubes in. You are getting that upper body strength and keeping that head way up and you're kicking those legs like crazy, but they've yet to cooperate to move you. You can twirl yourself in a circle, and you've scooted yourself backwards a time or two, but that's about it for now. I know you'll get it. Or you'll go straight to walking. Pulling up isn't quite there either. You like to stand and bobble around while we hold onto you, so maybe you really will just go straight to walking.
You have learned how to clap and you clap all the time. Done nursing? Clap. Luke gave you a toy? Clap. Daddy stubbed his toe? Clap. It's really cute and I love this stage of learning all these new things! I can't wait to see what you learn next.
We love you little one!
Mom and Dad
Saturday, April 27, 2013
letter to baby
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
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
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
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