Answers

Owen had his first ice cream sandwich Saturday.

Owen asks me A LOT of questions.  Sometimes when we are in the car I have to tell him I'm putting myself in time-out and won't be able to talk for a while.  Otherwise I fear I might drive us into a ditch - out of exasperation, a lack of concentration or both.

But Owen is a toddler, so the news that the majority of his sentences begin with the dreaded 'W' word is not very blogworthy.  So here's what is: I've discovered a single word that will answer at least 50% of those questions.

Gravity.

Why Owen fall down, Mommy?

Mommy, why Owen ball go off table?

Why it rain, Mommy?

Why you put on make-up?

Why Mommy tie that over her swimsuit?

Thank you Sir Isaac Newton.

Crush

                      

Owen                           hearts                           Zooey

Owen usually scolds me for belting out tunes in the car, but every time this song comes on the radio he says, "Mommy sing it to Owen?"

The Weekend

Friday, Irondale

Saturday, Scott's firm's annual lake party

Saturday night, GG's birthday party

The garden I wish I had

Owen and I got to go do a little mini-tending of a friend's garden this morning.  A good patch of sunshine is all that is holding me back from having my own plot.  It has nothing to do with the planning, planting, weeding and watering.  Nothing at all.

Thanks for letting us reap the benefits of your work G family!

Twee

I was looking back at recent posts and I've been a bit of a Polly Pessimist lately, so I'm making it up to you with milkshakes and rainbows.

Pretend you don't notice the massive homage to the 2nd Amendment in that one photo.  

B & A: Living Room/Breakfast Area

Before

After

Sorry it's almost too late for this to count as a Monday post.  Our contractor just informed me he made a $600 mistake on our neverending stair rail project. I'm currently working my way through a pack of Oreos. 

Removing the creme filling completely intact from each little cookie seems to be an antidote to blinding anxiety.

Okay, maybe Monday

Owen's fever spiked to 105 degrees yesterday afternoon, so I called the nurse, who told us to take Owen to Children's Hospital even though I bet she personally didn't think it was necessary.  And even though I personally didn't think it was necessary either,  once a medical professional gives you (albeit overcautious) advice you can't in good conscience ignore it.

So Scott did a quick turnaround from work and we all headed to the impressive machine that is the Children's Hospital ER.  My rear didn't even get the chance to warm the waiting room chair before Owen was taken back and assigned 1 tech, 2 nurses, a resident and an attending to check him over.

Diagnosis:  Owen has a virus, very mild dehydration and a first-time mother.  Thankfully nothing that ends in ery, itis, osis or coccus.

Down and out

Was going to post a B&A of our living room today, but Owen woke with a fever in the middle of the night that was a precursor to the stomach bug this morning.  Since it's too late for him, just pray for me.

Hopefully back tomorrow!

Crime story

The crime

The scene

The law enforcement

What I thought it was

Who Owen wished it was

What it actually was

Greta moved like no fat cat I've ever seen

Feathers flew

I screamed

Owen belly laughed

Trespasser escaped, singing all the way

Photo credits:  Getty Images, me, me, via Discovery Kids, Angela Wyatt/Getty Images, via scstatehouse.gov

It's July 6th!