Tuesday, June 23, 2009
No, I didn't put Owen up there. Yes, I did go grab the camera first instead of just safely escorting him to the ground. His climbing skills have developed mad fast over the past week. I even caught him going from a chair to the top of our buffet to the window, which only has about a 2-inch ledge. And he's just about figured out how to slide chairs around to use as makeshift stools. How do you baby-proof against that? I can't exactly remove all the chairs from our house. (Hmmm... unless I redecorate with a Moroccan theme.)
Joe - You got me this time, but don't expect me to be so accommodating once we've officially suckered you into our family. ;)
Monday, June 22, 2009
Day 7. My word is gold.
We had a great time at City Stages last night, and it turns out Owen is quite the Guster fan (Exibit A: The video below). And look, I'm in the pictures! All because Aunt Jenny graciously took on the sacrificial role of photographer. Thanks Jenn; we loved having you here to visit!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
... to all the great men in Owen's life.
And I can't resist sending special love to my dad... our family poet, scribe, flower giver and head coach. Three. Two. Four.
I'm gonna have to keep it short because Owen is off to bond with his own dad at his first music festival! Go Guster!!!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
That's what Owen calls them. I was giddy when we got lucky a few weeks ago and happened to be at the zoo when they were letting people feed the giraffes (for $2 of course). They gave us these pellets that looked like wine corks, and all we had to do was hold them out long-ways between our fingers and Juno walked up and ate them. According to her keeper, she was in a bad mood that day (something about her biting people), but Owen and I thought she was perfectly sweet.
I did get in trouble for deviating from the feeding ritual by petting Juno on the nose. Her keeper acted just like the guy with the red stapler from Office Space. "Um, don't pet... she doesn't... you can't... they... they don't like being touched."
As soon as he looked away though, Juno gave me an exasperated smile of approval. I'm pretty sure I'm a giraffe whisperer.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Well, I actually only caught the aftermath of the first sucker. It was a dum-dum, for all you detail fanatics. Root beer to be exact. Oooh, DD is jealous!
And did I mention that the outside thermostat is set on Hades Hot around here? I'm talking sunglasses-sliding-down-the-sweat-on-your-nose hot.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
bap-beeeek............... n. tube of waxy stuff that moisturizes lips
*Owen does not discriminate; he loves all types - even frosty pink.
awok awok awok..... n. that of the sedimentary, igneous and metamorphic variety
beeeeeg.................... adj. often used to refer to awoks that are of impressive size
*For an accurate Owen impression, use your most gutteral voice.
zhou-zhou................ n. those things used for flying transportation
*May also be used to identify any loud noise coming from the sky (helicopters, thunder, fireworks).
chih-choo................. n. what Owen needs after a productive sneeze or a good cry
*For maximum effect, tilt head back slightly and place index finger at opening of the offending nostril.
ha ha ha................... adj. indicates Owen has detected an elevated temperature OR that he is just teasing you:
Me: "Do you really think the ice cream is hot, Owen?"
Owen (laughing): "Nooooooooo!"
Other words he tries to say: llama, ointment (?), giraffe, light, duck, towel, hello, ring, potato, pasta, socks, shoes, remote
What we're working on: "I'm sorry (for bashing you in the head with my sippy cup)"
"I love you."
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
It happened at the park when he stepped off the sidewalk accidentally. He'd just met a really cute 11-month-old named Rebecca, so I don't think walking had his undivided attention.
And can you tell from his hair how H-O-T it is here?
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
So Owen is missing his arms, and you've been missing him. I did the working mom thing for the past two weeks, and I'm pleased to say life will be simpler starting this week. Oh, and I just finished the last of the Twilight series so that should open up some free time too.
To make it up to you, I'll post for the next 7 days straight. I may have to resort to writing about the cats just to have fresh material, but (barring any major power outages or computer viruses) we'll be here. In the words of my sixth grade teacher Mrs. Walsingham, I'll take "fifty lashes with a wet noodle" if it turns out I'm lying.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Courtesy of our photog Aunt Sarah!
Because I am an organized and responsible mother, Owen went for his 18-month check-up yesterday - the day after he turned 19 months old.
I am pleased to report that despite being told at one year that he would probably always be of average height, he has now joined the vertically gifted at the 95th percentile. Sign him up for basketball! The only potential drawback is that if he reaches 36 inches before we go to San Diego next month, the Padres will make us pay for him to get into the game.
Owen also weighs 23 lbs 10 oz and his arms and legs all seemed to bend appropriately when Dr. Stacey tried them out. He does have a heart murmur (Davenport family tradition) that will score him an audience with a cardiologist soon, but there are really no major concerns there.