What goes up...

Oh did I mention that my genius child has learned to roll over BOTH ways?? Which means he is now mobile since he rolls in a complete circle, and can cover a fair amount of unobstructed ground VERY quickly. So now I can't leave him for two seconds. He sleeps with a bumper so he doesn't try to roll into the side of the crib (Did that Once. We parents learn fast too). Both straps have be done up in his chair. Thank god he can only roll the one way.

So that we have mastered this skill...This is Owen learning to sit up. So far, it is much more fun to throw ourselves on to the pillows then it is to sit up. This one may take a while...




I think we are better off cheating for a little bit...

All the things I wouldn't do...

We all have done it: Seen parents in malls or watched friends and sworn I would never do that with my child. All the spoiling, giving in, bribery, poor diets, crying... And we swear up and down, if only it were our child.

If my child threw a fit in the grocery store (which he never would) I would drop everything and walk right out as punishment.

If my baby cried while trying to fall asleep, I would let him cry it out for 30 minutes.

My child will only eat home made snacks and very little sugar.

My child will never eat MacDonalds.

My child will never watch TV unless its PBS documentaries about the fall of modern society at the hands of the capitalist governments.

Well I have sworn never to judge a parent again. I can promise you, what ever little master plan your are devising in your head about how you will raise your child, at least part of it, will go down the diaper genie.

Now, I haven't broken all my imaginary rules. But I can certainly sympathize with those parents we see struggling to raise a child. I understand why you want to pick your child up every time they cry. I know why you want to give them McDonald's when you are exhausted at the end of the day (no Owen does not devour French fries. He is still on his strict "organic" diet). I know why you want to just give them that toy so the whole Zellers store doesn't know that you are failing as a parent. I know why you want to spoil them rotten. But like my brother said, the big difference is actually caving in to doing those things. It's one thing to feel bad/embarrassed/heart broken but its another to be strong and do the right thing, for your little one and you.

But I just think, now, instead of thinking of all the ways I would do it (and better), I think I will offer a simple smile. We do our best as mothers and fathers and it would be a little easier if everyone were smiling and wishing them well.

And with that, I am getting down off my Johnson-&-Johnson-no-tears soap box.

Thank you.

Quiet: Sleeping baby

See here is one of "those" rules: Never let a baby sleep in a quiet house. If you do, they will never be able to fall asleep well.

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I left my purse in his room by accident and the digital camera is in there. I was so looking forward to putting up some new photos from our weekend. I even had a cute story to go with it. But no way am I going back in there and risking waking him. Not worth it.

P.S. For the record (and my mother) I have vacummed while my child slept. And put away the dishes. And napped peacefully.

Apparently we don't feed him enough

We were away for the long weekend and have lots of photos to post. But have no time right now to do it! So this one will have to tie you over!

I'm ready for my close up

I am a baby wh*re

I realise I will do anything to make Owen laugh. No matter where I am, who is around or what it takes: my baby will giggle.

I have stuck my face in my baby's lap while pushing a grocery cart and then yelling "PeePeePooPoo".

I have hidden behind cereal boxes for peekaboo.

I have walked around with my hair a complete mess so that I can dangle it in his face and he can brush his fingers through it.

I make a great monkey face. I have improved my raspberries. My zerberts are top notch.

I have announced loudly that "Paula Abdul went PeePeePooPoo in the Public Pool" (love that alliteration).

I have a university education.

But this kid has reduced my vocabulary drastically. And I love it! I love to hear him laugh and its even better if I make him laugh.

That baby rocks!

More photos

You know you want them!!

Cutey returns!!

Proud Poppa/Weirded out Momma

This is one of those posts that will mortify Owen in 15 years. Enjoy.

So last night, I am getting Owen ready for bed. He is giggling away as usual- I swear he is the only kid I know who loves to get his diaper changed (maybe now I know why...Read on). As I am wiping him clean, I notice a little something, a la "tent". Honestly, my first reaction is that something is wrong and I go to call Cris to come and fix it. And then it dawns on me what is happening. I know this happens all the time and is natural but its the first time I have ever seen it.

Cris came upstairs and was quite proud of this developmental milestone. As he put it, the junk in the trunk is working.

I will leave this blog short (not too short, wink wink). I feel more awkward every word...

It's Summer-ish! Let the good times roll!

Owen's first swimming lessons

Owen had his first swimming lesson's on Sunday morning! Cris is taking him and I go to document! He seemed to do pretty well. I thought for sure he would scream when he went in the pool (Owen not Cris). He loves the bath but that is nice toasty warm water- takes after me and likes it hot! (No I am not burning my baby- I test it the way you are suppose to. )

He was fine in the water. He even went under the water! Sputtered a bit but I think it actually helped clear his nose out. He had boogers left over from a cold a few weeks ago. I think both Cris and I were a little nervous as he was choking a bit. But Owen seemed to get over it. I think the key is to do it quickly! By the end of the class he was kicking away.

There is another little guy in the class who I guess is about 4 months old and he still has his kicking reflex, the one from living in the womb. It was cool to watch him. Not that I wasn't watching my son too. It makes me excite for the summer. We have a little wading pool near by and I am excited to take him there to practice our strokes.