The longing

So as predicted, I have no time for my beloved blog. I think of it daily. It calls to me at night, when I am curled up on the couch watching "Heroes" or "Project Runway". I try to wirte for it in my head. Cute little witty banter. Wonderful metaphors about sports and poop. But with my new job, Cris and actually caring for Owen, it seems I never have anytime. So hear are the lame updates with limited puns and repartee.

So Owen is home with Cris. Both are loving it! Th ehouse has seen better days. The piles of laundry and dishes seem to be never ending as Cris has quickly discovered.

I started a new job at the National Art Centre. Pretty exciting. Its only my second day and its a bit overwhelming. But I think every first few days at a new job are overwhelming. But so far so good!

Owen is babbling away. You can ask him where Mama is and he looks at me. "where's Papa" and he looks at Cris. We think he is even starting to figure out who Lola is. Cris thinks Owen calls to him. I am in denial. Owen can pull himself to standing. And does it often. Anywhere. All the time.

He still has no teeth. I am sure they are coming...right...???

Cris and I still have all of ours.

So there it is. A tiny glimmer of our life as typed quickly while Owen sleeps. Hopefully as I get into a routine I will have more time for my blessed blog. Till next time my precious...