I've put up a lot of corny blog titles, but this one is by far the worst. I just
can't resist a pun. And if you've spent much time in the company of my
mother, you know where the blame lies!
I feel unoriginal for bringing this up, but Owen is growing and changing
so much. Of course, that's what all babies do. But he's completely
reinvented himself in the past two weeks. He's moving all over the place,
staying awake longer, making new sounds and new facial expressions,
and (I'm going to risk a jinx by writing this) sleeping much better. At this
point Owen seems destined to become either a mechanic or the Wicked
Witch of the East, as I keep finding the lower half of him protruding
from various pieces of furniture around the house.