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Friday, November 28, 2008
You'll have to use your imagination to hear him snorting air in and out of his nose.
We recovered in time to have a wonderful Thanksgiving at GG's (Hope you all did too! I'll post pics soon.). I even had enough energy to help Scott clean out the attic today while Owen had a play day with his grandparents. Our best find up there in the wasteland of spider carcasses and shingle dust? My passport!!! Too bad I already paid for a new one, but at least now I have my stamps from Europe and Africa.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
my friend Greer took these pictures. Owen was three weeks old, weighed about as much as your average cantaloupe, and we were temporarily homeless (but staying with Scott's gracious parents).
I had to dig into the archives to find happier times because Owen and I are currently being plagued by a virus. And I'm not referring to the genteel head cold kind of virus either. But yes, poor Owen is still recovering from that type too. It's nothing apocalyptic (like the Davenport Family Virus of New Year's Eve '07), but we're uncomfortable for sure. Say a prayer for Scott's immune system to keep holding it off! If any of you folks in town offered him a room, I bet he'd be tempted to take it.
Hopefully I'll be back at the end of the week to report that we salvaged a happy Thanksgiving. In the meantime I'm cramming all that will fit into our washing machine and dousing with Lysol all that won't.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Owen is under the weather, so you'll have to settle for a picture of our girl instead. I think he's just got a little cold, but his nose is producing some pretty impressive snot bubbles. If I'm able to capture one on "film" you'll know!
He's currently slathered in Vicks and napping close to his humidifier. Scott is on a golf outing, so the only noise in the house right now (besides the clacking of my keyboard) is a sweet little wheezy snore coming over the monitor.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Got sensitive teeth? Untreated cavities? Well be careful which side of your mouth you use to chew on this entry. It's going to be sweet. I'm normally concerned about whether I come across as a baby-shrine-building mommy blogger, so I try to walk a fine line between including enough details to keep the Crosby mafia happy and making it funny enough to be palatable to everyone else who stops by. But lately Owen has me whipped. Of course I loved him even when he was just a creepy looking little amoeba inside my womb, but I can now say I have completely fallen in love with him. I'm talking about the missing him when he walks (walks!) into another room, swooning at the sight of his 6-tooth smile, hating to even put him to bed at night kind of crazy in love.
So pardon me while I indulge myself by making a list of things I'm loving about this baby right now.
- You know the laugh you do when you're stuck in a conversation with someone and you don't really have anything to say back to them but you don't want to be rude? Well Owen does that for me when he knows I'm trying to be funny. "Heh, heh."
- I can tell when he's going to fall down just by the expression on his face (before he even starts to sway or stagger). It's a surprised, mildly panicked look, like someone dropped an ice cube down his shorts.
- He can have more fun with 2 golf balls, a Tupperware lid, half a dried leaf, and a lint roller than with a warehouse full of Fisher Price toys. And when he gets a golf ball in each hand and tries to crawl he looks just like an ape doing the knuckle-walk.
- His new favorite word? "Yes." Except he says it with a Walter Matthau accent. I didn't have any luck capturing it here, but when I played the video back for him later he replied "yesh, yesh" to the recorded version of me.
- The top of his head smells like marshmallows.
- His walking toy has a tray at the bottom with 24 blocks in it, but he only plays with the four green ones. Which must mean we have the same favorite color.
- He walks like a frat boy on a Friday night. See for yourself, but try not to notice how our living room looks like its been sprayed down with a hoseful of red, blue & yellow plastic toys.
- He is the relentless host of "Name that Object", a game in which he grabs two items and randomly holds out one of them for me to name. Our most recent game sounded like this: "Nasal spray, mascara, nasal spray, mascara, mascara, mascara, nasal spray."
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Owen had his 1-year check-up today, and minus a prediction that he will need glasses like his father, he passed with flying colors. Dr. Stacey even checked to make sure his little bum cheeks were even. I guess that has something to do with his leg development? And we got the green light to wean him off the reflux meds. Woohoo!
20.25.............................weight (15th %ile)
29.25.............................length (45th %ile)
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Owen and I went shopping for groceries to make yummy stuff for his birthday party this coming Sunday. I spent most of the morning cross-checking recipes with the pantry and fridge and marking my Real Simple grocery checklist so that I could move efficiently through the store. Sound nerdy? It gets better. I don't just use any old mark in the boxes next to the items I need. I put a "/" before I leave home and I add a "\" when I actually place the item in my cart. Get it? It's foolproof. Unless you happen to be a big enough fool to bring your overtired 1-year-old shopping with you.Owen starts getting sleepy again about 4 hours after he wakes each morning. I know this. And I also knew that he woke up at 6:30 this morning. Yet no alarm bell sounded in my head when I packed him up and rolled our shopping cart into Publix at 10:30 AM today.
We hadn't even made it through the produce section before he started to wilt. I attempted to use Common Parenting Tactic #1: Create a diversion. I took the three oranges I'd just picked out and gave them to him so he could help me put them in the little plastic (gasp!) produce bag. Only they were too heavy for him and he got frustrated, and then it occurred to me that the oranges had probably been sprayed with some kind of waxy toxin that was going to make him grow an eleventh toe. So I abandoned Tactic #1 and quickly moved to Common Parenting Tactic #2 (which I usually don't have to employ until somewhere around the shampoo & deodorant aisle): Offer Cheerios. And the rest of our experience went something like this:
Aisle 2: Cheerios working.
Aisle 3: Get stuck trying to find Sugar Free Instant Vanilla Pudding. Realize some goofus has obscured said item with a misplaced box of Sugar Free Instant Lemon Pudding. Almost don't notice O standing up in cart. Wrestle him back down. Offer more Cheerios.
Aisle 4: Discover O is missing shoe, probably from wrestling match. Return to Aisle 3.
Aisle 5: O gets full on Cheerios. Becomes more interested in them as projectile objects. Abandon Tactic #2. Realize I don't have a Tactic #3.
Aisle 6: O crying. Revisit Tactic #1: Try steering shopping cart fast and crazy past the moisturizers and dental floss. O now petrified, crying harder.
Aisle 7: Give Cheerios back with stern warning not to throw them. Tack on, "I mean it Owen. I'm not playing. " for maximum intimidation.
Aisle 7.5: O grabs handful, swings a stiff arm to side of cart like it's the arm of a crane, locks eyes with me, and opens his palm to the floor.
The remaining aisles are a blur of speed-shopping and cajoling and retrieving objects from the floor. At checkout, I was astounded to discover I had picked up a $9.00 box of garbage bags (20 cents a bag!). For that price, they'd better tie themselves closed and walk to the curb every Tuesday and Friday.
But we survived. O took a monster 3-hour nap when we got home, and I did a figurative belly flop into the gallon of Milo's sweet tea that was intended for the party. I may be awake until next Tuesday.
Monday, November 3, 2008
We went on a walk this morning and you made friends with an old man and his dog Lady. You do that a lot... befriend people. You are a fraction of the size of most people you encounter so you have to work pretty hard sometimes to get their attention, and you only have 4 or 5 words in your vocabulary so you rely mostly on your blue eyes and your smile to let them know how happy you are to see them. But you are almost always successful in getting the harried businessman at the airport to pause for a moment- or the frustrated lady in line behind us at the department store to smile- or the shy elderly couple in the produce section to speak. In your eyes it seems, just about everyone is fascinating and has potential. And I am happy to be your apprentice when it comes to this way of thinking. I've changed in a lot of ways since I had you, but it never occurred to me that motherhood might make me a friendlier person. One of the many reasons I find you amazing? You are my goodwill ambassador.
Happy Birthday O. I love you!
Your turn! Want to share something you love about Owen? Or want to tell him something you remember about the day he was born? I'll save it for him to read when he is older. Leave a comment, send an e-mail, write a letter, call, whatever!!!
Prepare yourselves for a tone deaf rendition of "Happy Birthday". I would suggest you sing along... loudly.
The end of daylight savings has Owen waking before dawn right now, so I know you can't see as much of his face as you would like. I darkened the background of the blog to try to help, but you serious Owen fans may want to turn out the lights and let your eyes adjust a little so you can see his face better.
Slideshows and sappy thoughts to come later this afternoon.