Owen has a cold today (bobo nose, as he says) so he only consented to having half of his head photographed.
That's a new haircut- it still needs a few days to overcome the shock of it all and lay back down.
This morning while we were eating breakfast on the couch (uh huh) Owen looked up at me and for no good reason said, "I take care of you Mommy."
This is major for two reasons.
2) He didn't say, "Owen take care of Mommy," he said, "I take care of you."
I'm going to really miss hearing him talk in third person.