The funniest part may be how hard John and I are laughing, but can you see his new little cha-cha-cha stepping? Hilarious. And the jumping part? Too much.
Tis the Season
It felt down right Christmas-y this weekend with temperatures dropping to the twenties and an inch of snow on the ground. We even had a little boy who woke up way too early in the morning, as if anticipating many presents under the tree. (If you have been a long time Owenjoe reader, you have no doubt figured out that Owen is an early riser and perhaps think we should just get over it and stop complaining, but we are talking 4 am people, 4 am on the weekend!!) We took the boy out for a few holiday festivities, including visiting reindeer, playing in the snow, and being mesmerized by Santa's train. It was hard to figure out if Owen liked the train, he would get so excited that he was borderline crying every time it came by.
In other news, Owen got his first haircut today! I didn't bother to take the camera because I figured I would be busy pinning him down, but apparently cartoons and sour apple suckers are his weakness. Gone is the Van Halen mullet and we now have a very sophisticated looking little guy.
In other news, Owen got his first haircut today! I didn't bother to take the camera because I figured I would be busy pinning him down, but apparently cartoons and sour apple suckers are his weakness. Gone is the Van Halen mullet and we now have a very sophisticated looking little guy.
Maybe next year..
Thanksgiving was a bit of a bust for us this year. In summary, we all had a virus that mutated a few times with varying symptoms that is still keeping us coughing and feverish, Owen had bleeding, oozing diaper rash, we had to call poison control after he sucked down a good dose of diaper cream, and he also got a bloody, fat lip after a nasty fall. The meal itself was a blast at our good friends' home - 8 adults, 7 kids ranging in age from 6 weeks to 8 years. Our little 2 year old host, Koen, clutched his stuffed frog close to his chest the entire time - we think he was a bit shell-shocked. And even though we kept Owen up way past his bedtime, he let us sleep until 6:30, and for that we were thankful. We did manage to make a few treks to the beach and some nature areas to let our little naturalist run wild.
Pre-Thanksgiving Thankfulness
Right before Thanksgiving, John's parents came for a short visit. Sadly, our little family of three got sick and then sent the germs on to Houston. Sorry for that! John and I missed a date night, but I had my eyebrows waxed and took lots of naps - nearly as wonderful.
Owen is obviously getting some important fashion and grooming advice from his grandma here..
Nicely dressed and coiffed, he reads with grandpa
Owen is obviously getting some important fashion and grooming advice from his grandma here..
Nicely dressed and coiffed, he reads with grandpa
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
This is what you do to your little boy who wakes up waaaaay to early after daylight savings.
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.
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