This is what you do to your little boy who wakes up waaaaay to early after daylight savings.
Trading one crazy hat for another
Idle Threats
A few days ago, I received a strongly worded email suggesting that if I did not post pictures of Owen from Halloween, someone might actually interfere with Owen's sleep habits in retribution. I know that by responding to such threats, I am only encouraging such sleep-saboteurs to continue to resort to such cruel methods in order to get what they want. But, I have a trick up my sleeve. Below, you will indeed see pictures of Owen in his "Ballard Fisherman" costume, AND you will also see a picture of a certain someone taken very early in the morning sans makeup and hairbrushing. So, ha!
Trading one crazy hat for another
Trading one crazy hat for another
An Apple A Day
I swear, every day I promise myself that I will write a blog post during Owen's nap and everyday the lure of reading jezebel.com or flipping through the celeb slide show on People or watching Gossip Girl online wins out. I know, it sounds like a hard life, but if you know how much I would NEVER have done those things prior to Owen's birth, you can appreciate what a grind it must be.
Anyway, here are a few pics and captions to share what has been happening in our world lately.
Owen's new favorite food is an apple. Not applesauce or apple chunks or a slice of apple. He wants to eat the entire apple. And over the course of an hour or so, he will - along with carpet fuzz and dust and whatever else he rolls it in.
Our very own Adam...
So there is a show on Discovery called "The Deadliest Catch" about deep sea fishing and many of the boats call our very own Ballard home. Since they are roughing it in the seas with crashing waves and thrashing rain, they need heavy duty rain gear to keep them warm and dry - as does our little Seattle romper, Owen. So, we got him his very own Grunden coveralls just like the Deadliest Catch guys. They make rides down the slide much slicker and faster.
This is a special dedication to my family who likes to remind me of mornings when I was a wee toddler and woke up with nothing but a scowl on my face and not a kind word for a one of them. Without speaking, I hauled my grumpy self and my blanket to the heat register under the kitchen counter and sat there, sucking my thumb, probably with a wad of gum stuck in my hair from falling asleep with it in my mouth the night before. Finally, the heat breathed some life into my bones and I found it somewhere within myself to demand a bowl of cereal.
Everyone loves a basket full of warm, fresh-scented laundry
Anyway, here are a few pics and captions to share what has been happening in our world lately.
Owen's new favorite food is an apple. Not applesauce or apple chunks or a slice of apple. He wants to eat the entire apple. And over the course of an hour or so, he will - along with carpet fuzz and dust and whatever else he rolls it in.
Our very own Adam...
So there is a show on Discovery called "The Deadliest Catch" about deep sea fishing and many of the boats call our very own Ballard home. Since they are roughing it in the seas with crashing waves and thrashing rain, they need heavy duty rain gear to keep them warm and dry - as does our little Seattle romper, Owen. So, we got him his very own Grunden coveralls just like the Deadliest Catch guys. They make rides down the slide much slicker and faster.
This is a special dedication to my family who likes to remind me of mornings when I was a wee toddler and woke up with nothing but a scowl on my face and not a kind word for a one of them. Without speaking, I hauled my grumpy self and my blanket to the heat register under the kitchen counter and sat there, sucking my thumb, probably with a wad of gum stuck in my hair from falling asleep with it in my mouth the night before. Finally, the heat breathed some life into my bones and I found it somewhere within myself to demand a bowl of cereal.
Everyone loves a basket full of warm, fresh-scented laundry
A Day at the Farm
This past Saturday a friend told me about a few King County farms that were hosting Harvest Celebrations and inviting us city folk out to the fields for tractor pulls, corn mazes, and pumpkin picking. John and I picked a farm that boasted of goats for our dear boy and planned to meet up with our friends to celebrate in the harvest together. They, however, chose a different farm and in the spirit of good friends, we decided to follow their lead. But in a Laverne and Shirley (or maybe Lucille and Ethel) twist, they also changed their minds. So, we ended up at their farm and they went to ours. We should have followed our instincts, however, as we never even got out of the car at that crazy farm. The vibe we got was not of waving fields of corn or hillocks of pumpkins but some strange cult that would no doubt entrap us all and make us churn butter and brush dingy sheep wearing odd costumes.
After an epic meltdown (on my part, not Owen's) we walked along the Sammamish River and then found a third farm, The Long 47. We ate kettle korn, pet the pygmy goats, took Owen through the bean maze, and realized that we were definitely a family as this kind of event would never have appealed to us before Owen but was perfectly enjoyable for us now.
After an epic meltdown (on my part, not Owen's) we walked along the Sammamish River and then found a third farm, The Long 47. We ate kettle korn, pet the pygmy goats, took Owen through the bean maze, and realized that we were definitely a family as this kind of event would never have appealed to us before Owen but was perfectly enjoyable for us now.
Highlights Reel
So, I am way behind on keeping Owen's reading public up to speed on all his developments. But, cast no aspersions on me, the poor mother, who is suffering from terrible insomnia, and raising a spitfire of a boy who wakes up at 5am and now only takes one 1 hour nap. Yes, you read correctly..5 am..one 60 minute nap. That means that the boy and I are fortunate enough to have approximately 13 hours of together time everyday. This does not leave much time for the blog. So, here is a highlights reel to show what we have been up to lately. You will see pics from..
* John's parent's visit - we had a lovely time visiting and taking advantage of such willing babysitters. I had a massage, John and I went on a date, and Owen ate up all the attention.
* Ken's visit - John's great friend from college, who now lives in Sweden, spent the week with us before he and John jetted of to San Fran for the wedding of their other good friend, Landon. Poor Ken may have been is worse shape than us since he was jet-lagged and Owen-lagged.
* My mom's 18 hour visit - My mom and Nelson stopped in for a night on their way back from Canada. They came at just the right moment, as Owen and I had had two days on our own without John and were a bit desperate for a break.
* Some other Owen highlights - Owen is now saying "nana" for banana or any fruit in general, "ba" for ball, "bu" for book, and "mampa" for the entity that is his mama and papa.
* John and I both had hamburgers this past Saturday. Yes, hamburgers (John even had bacon.) The first in oh, say, 10 years. I am seeing an acupuncturist/chinese herbalist for the insomnia, who explained to me that, after growing and nursing a child, my heart is deficient and is incapable of providing a comfortable home for my blood or life spirit to rest in each night. He went on to say that what I need most to heal my heart are 1)acupuncture, 2)tuning fork treatments, 3) Flowery Knotweed, and 4) a big fat steak twice a week to begin. So, I did it. Did I sleep? No, but I already have my next medicinal burger place staked (ha ha) out.
* Owen may or may not be the victim of hand-foot-and-mouth disease (not the be confused with hoof and mouth.) But this is much better than a twisted bowel, which is what the doctor was worried he had. How do we know it's not? Oh, because we had to take him to Children's Hospital where they strapped his head, body, and legs down to a board (John had to restrain his arms), rotated him sideways, pulled a tunnel-like camera over his body, and asked me to get him to drink a barium shake out of a straw while he was suspended in this position and cryong hysterically. Needless to say, he FLIPPED out and John and I, well, I don't know what we were, we still haven't quite recovered. It was the longest 30 minutes of my life. But, his little bowel is just where it needs to be, thank goodness.
How Greenbeans Are Like Babies...
So, I just spent the last 20 minutes writing a humorous, though poignant meditation (I can say that because you will never know that it was maybe just mildly interesting) on how the growing of green beans is similar to that of raising Owen and with one swift key stroke, the whole thing disappeared. I'm sure there is another analogy to draw there, but I am too distraught to find it. Sigh. Anyway, we are coming off of three weeks of visitors and I will put pics up from those adventures, but here are some of Owen in the garden and today's harvest of greenbeans (we had just as many from yesterday!)
Happy Birthday Mr. Nellie!
Oh my gosh, you are how old,
Mr. Nellie?
Here is a tribute to Mr. Nellie, Owen's grandpa who we are so happy to have in our family. Owen obviously shares a passion for blackberries with Mr. Nellie, who has been known to hop a fence for a few juicy gems.
Mr. Nellie?
Here is a tribute to Mr. Nellie, Owen's grandpa who we are so happy to have in our family. Owen obviously shares a passion for blackberries with Mr. Nellie, who has been known to hop a fence for a few juicy gems.
Happy Birthday, Nelson! We love you!
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