Trip outside

Yes we are finally venturing out on a regular basis. Praise the good weather! We decided to go for a nice walk along the canal. First we had to stop and feed Owen so we went to the Second Cup. And what is a trip to Second Cup with out a photo shoot by dad!


I am burping him here on my lap. Sometimes it works better. And yes that is drool hanging down.

Another stunned shot. This kid will be seeing spots before his eyes for years to come.

Knock those eye balls right out of his head!

Week 16 photos

I thought these photos were great. Cris took them so I take no credit. But they make me laugh. Do any of them not make me laugh...I would also like to point out that when you tell me Owen is " a well fed baby" or an "obviously breast fed baby" or comment on his round, large or full cheeks, I know you are calling him fat. So just call him chubby. We will even except husky. We are proud of our tubby bubby. He is easier to find that way.

Photos from week 16

I don't know why, but this photo makes me laugh. He has such a round head! And the double chin! Yeah I guess he looks like Cris. Oh well...

Cereal is good. We decided to try and give him some rice cereal before bed to see if he would sleep through the night. It worked once. But he now sleeps through the night without it! Yeah. I have to tell you what one friend said (she will remain nameless). I told her about putting cereal in a bottle to help a baby sleep through the night. She asked what kind- Rice krispies? Fruit loops? Honest mistake but too funny.

Diaper Dooty

Even with the creation of these fabulous new diapers with velcro tabs and gigalastic (huh?), we still manage to have lots of accidents. Maybe I am using them wrong. I know which way is up and front vs. back... but it still manages to "escape" me. I thought I would start to share some of the stories rather than embarrass myself in silence.

Episode I: Revenge of the Piss

We are out enjoying a lovely dinner at Swiss Chalet with my brother and Tara. All is going well until we hear that all too familiar sound of a low rumbling and a lovely grunting. Such effort for something so...well I leave that to you.

So I volunteer to take the booger to the bathroom. The restaurant is equipped with one of the worst placed changing tables. Right by the door and not designed for a lefty like me. And it has no strap to hold Owen down. He likes to kick now and can propel himself across a table if not stopped. So I proceed to strip him down and see that common sight of of a yellow strip across his undershirt. Lovely. But thankfully it hasn't soaked through to his pants. So I take off his diaper and with limited space place it at the end of the table by Owen's feet. I can't throw it out because the garbage is across the room and if I go Owen will be across the floor! Even I know that is bad.

So I proceed to wipe his bum and back off. Big mistake. I of course got cocky and didn't cover up the "loaded weapon". As I am wiping him down he starts to make funny noise. I guess the noises anyone would make if they were peeing on their own face. Yikes! Bad mothering 101.

I feel horrible that he now has pee on his chest and face and have to completely wipe him down. I manage to get him clean and diapered and then realise that he has been kicking and bashing away at the dirty diaper and now has poop all over his socks. I think this is the point when they revoke your mother license. So I have to take off his socks, gingerly. I still don't like getting my hands dirty- mother or not. Of course I don't have any extra socks. So he can't wear the jeans he has been wearing as he is now barefoot (it is winter after all). Thank god I have packed a pair of pants with feet in them.

All in all the worst diaper changing on my record. I think I got two demerit points.

Moral of the story: When it looks like rain, don't take any chances.

WANTED!

For excessive drooling and

untimely pooping.

A few random photos

Incredible edible!
Art nouveau a la bébé... Too cute! Again

Kind of sad. Kind of drooly. Definetly cute.

Balling for Oprah

So one thing I have noticed is drastically different about me is my overwhelming sympathy/empathy for mothers and children. Any story about a child hurt sends me to tears. Any story about a mother protecting her children and I feel the same instincts they do. Not that I was cold hearted before, but now...

So good ol' Oprah sent me weeping today. A father was on the show with his son. They ran over 200 triathalons and 60 marathons. Amazing. But even more so when you hear the son is wheelchair bound, unable to move, talk or walk. The father pushes himin a chair or swims with him in a raft or cycles with him on the front. I can barely run 20 minutes anymore and this 60 year old man is running for two. The son has the ability to communicate through a computer and a few basic sounds. But it was when the father described the sounds the son made when he was participating in these races. "The prettiest sound ever". Enter babbling me! Can you imagine being so dedicated for your son? But I guess all parents can.

My favorite was also when the father said the son was not disabled. He just needs people to help him do certain things. So true!

Made me hug my little son. Till he got annoyed with me. Then back to the marraccas.

If a baby laughs in the forest...

For those of you too far away to hear his laugh, these images should help you imagine it!

I'm a real boy

Well Owen is an official human being. We got his birth certificate. Now we can get him a SIN number so we can get that boy to work. Never too young. Ok really its for his RESP. Didn't know he needed one to start saving for him!

To commemorate this special occasion, Owen has:

• discovered his feet
• used his hands together
• tried pulling himself up to sitting

Still not sleeping through the night but we are working on it. At least he still sleeps 12 hours!

Pure Genius

If nothing else he has amazing balancing skills! That head looks twice as big as him. He has his father to blame for that one!

We are getting pretty good at this holding our head up thing. That cute baby in the mirror is a good enticements to keep his head up. "How you doin'?"

Looking like a cute bunny! All set to go out on the town. Heading out for brunch to celebrate Grandma's retirement!