Owen is 8 months!

Now that John and I are no longer just "surviving", meaning getting more than a few hours of sleep at night, taking showers regularly, not crying as much as Owen, we feel ready to take our family into the 21st century and start our very own blog. Everyone will now be able to share in the gritty details of Owen's everyday life and add phrases like "the poop and roll" to their lexicon, as John and I have.

What, pray tell is the "poop and roll?" That is when, at the precise moment we take off a very dirty diaper, our sweet baby boy is overtaken by the uncontrollable urge to roll over onto his tummy, smearing loveliness everywhere. When he is feeling particularly giving, he will barf at the same time. I have started changing him on the floor so I can practically lay on top of him to restrain him. Boy do we love him.

I have to share with you a special song my Aunt Jill wrote for Owen. It is sung to the tune of Madonna's "Papa Don't Preach."

Owen don’t screech
I’m in trouble now
Owen don’t screech
Cause I ‘ve been losing sleep
But I pay it no mind
Cause I’m keeping my baby
Oooo, I’m gonna keep my baby…

Yes, we are certainly going to keep him.

Here are some pics from Owen's nummy breakfast

Banana Selection

Banana Feeding

Banana Smiles