Oh my beloved blog

Every so often I think of this beloved page and cringe. Not only at the date of the last entry but also at the thought of catching up. So much has changed and happened. I think if I just do a bullet list I will loose this guilt. I will even try and post pictures later (I look at the photos and cringe again! Owen looks so young and its only been a few months. He has so much more hair (that I tried to cut last night but that is a whole other story) and less baby fat. He looks like a "real boy" now.)

So what have we been up to in the world of Owen:

We moved and Owen loves it. He runs around our empty formal living and dining room as a gentle reminder that we have no furniture in there. We call it the jogging track since Owen literally runs in circles in there.

Owen has so many words now. And he uses them. To demand food, tv (only one programme about cars which drives me nuts, both that he actually recently starting asking for tv and his choice in shows), blanket, water and some of the kids from day care, which I guess he thinks I can make magically appear because he wants them too. Working on that teleporting thing Owen, I promise.

Owen has gone back to waking up at night. Only once but it drives me nuts. Just as I was forcing him off of it, he got sick or is teething this week. So I will have to start all over once he is well. Ugg.

Owen is getting a whack of molars in but in true odd Owen fashion he is still missing a whack of teeth in the front. He only has 7 teeth in the front, which sounds like a lot but he has gapping holes. I think that, partnered with the baby fat, is why people always refer to him as a baby and then do a double take when I say he is almost two. Like some how I am mistaken about his age. Clearly this pile of mush is too far down the milestone chart to be 22 months old. He doesn't even read (gasp).

Owen has discovered jumping. Although, we call it reverse jumping. Its hard to explain but basically imagine trying to jump into the sidewalk and that's Owen. He gets noooo air time at all. But he insists at every crack in the sidewalk to "jump". It's almost like a physical tick that make people look away in sorrow.

Well my lunch is officially over but I think I got a good chunk down in Coles note version. Hopefully I will keep this momentum going. Damn facebook and Scrabulous is so distracting!

How do you explain a cup of pee in your garbage?

We made a miraculous discovery the other day. Liquids come out of body parts. Mind blowing I know.

It never dawned on me how exciting it would be for Owen when he discovered it. I guess he always feels stuff happening but maybe never realised what exactly was going on there.

So how did we figure this out? Oh the fun.

Owen had been soaking diapers in a few hours, for a few weeks and the Dr. recommended we take a urine sample. So she asked if if we thought we could collect a sample in a little cup. Perhaps running the water in a bath tub. Now I had made that mistake before. I had Owen by the tub, in the buff, getting his bath ready and it quickly resulted in a puddle on the bathroom floor. So I assured the Dr. collecting a specimen wouldn't be a problem.

So with cup and naked baby in hand, I ventured off to the tub. I popped Owen in the tub and ran the water. It didn't take long before things "took affect". But I guess Owen had never actually seen it happen. He sucked his belly in to get a good look, which results in the "collection" stopping. So I would cheer him on to pee some more. But every time he would start up again, he would stop to see it happen. Once it was all said and done, he had a huge smile and a new respect for that thing down there! Of course now he stares at it waiting for something more to happen. Thank god he has limited skills in that area.

In the end, I forgot the cup in the fridge and the sample was no good anymore. Nothing like coming home at the end of the day to a good cold cup of pee.

Owen hates to leave the park

Owen loves the park!

We have discovered Owen loves the park. Who wouldn't!! These are what photo montages are made of!

Mr. Potato head

Bath time

Following potato time!

Owen Discovered mash potatoes

Not that he hasn't had them before. But oh boy did he explore them this time around!!

Adding to the bathtub list

-Box of meatballs

Things I have found recently...

In the bath tub:

-lots of dog kibble
-toilet paper
-socks
-blanket
-baby wipes (individual and box)
-my hair clips
-shoes

Little Einstein

Who said we don't provide a stimulating environment at home.

The things we learned about science through the use of dog kibble:

-One dog serving can be dumped easily on the floor
-stepping on dog food makes a fun noise and mess
-When all the dog food is on the floor, the dog will still eat it
-Kibble does not float in the water dish
-But it is extremely enjoyable to remove the dog kibble from the water dish
-Dog food bounces when thrown in the bathtub
-But it doesn't bounce when landing in a puddle
-When dog food is wet it smells awful, tastes worst and leaves crap on your hands
-Cleaning dog kibble out of the bath tub is a pain (Oh no wait that was my lesson)
-Dog kibble can be hidden well under all the furniture and appliances, keeping mom's entertained for hours.

Next electricty and chemicals

Pearly white-ish

Here is the infamous tooth grouping! Don't mind the Kraft Dinner.

I managed to trick him into laughing by doing something funny. I am an evil one! Hopefully you can see them in there. They really are there!!!

And the almighty saviour said on to thee...

Let there be teeth.

Finally after some 15.5 months, Owen finally has a tooth. Not only does he have a tooth, he has a fang! His canine decided to be the first to show up on scene. And now, not only does he have a fang, he has his front top tooth and the other fang is pushing through. All this in a matter of 4 days! When we go, we go big!

I have to admit the protruding fangs is pretty funny. Hard to get a photo of. I will try tonight but he isn't so willing to show off his pearly whites.

Of course, all this orthodontic work resulted in me being an exhausted mess for 5 days. We had no idea what was wrong with him, but he was up every three hours on a good night and every hour on a bad night. I am so grateful that he is sleeping through the night again, even while getting these two newest additions!

So three teeth on the top aren't particularly useful. But lack of teeth has never slowed Owen down. The only thing we are still holding off on are raw carrots. No big loss there.

Thank god this freak of nature has righted himself. No more stupid conversations with nosey parents asking why my son doesn't have teeth (the obvious answer being we are Satanists who don't deserve teeth and are forever being punished by the almighty God. Stay back purist less we gum you to death!). Praise Jesus!

Roasted Leg

OK, so I was a smart ass.

I figured that we didn't need to really child proof the home. The way I see it is that we should just tell Owen "No" and he should learn when we say "no", we mean it. So I don't need all the fancy clips, locks, handles, bumpers, plugs, and other adult annoyances. Those things are ugly and make my life more complicated, wrestling with a clip so I can get at the garbage pail. Yes, we even have our cleaning supplies at floor level, unguarded by the required giant lion that snaps at the hand of a baby as they try to drink the bottle of bleach.

See smart ass.

Yeah, that was till I got stabbed in the leg by a meat thermometer.

We have a few drawers that we let Owen run wild with. Pots and pans, string, towels, Tupperware. All things I am relatively sure are baby proof. Spatulas, spoons, whisks, barbecue meat fork thermometers with large spokes perfect for jabbing into mom's leg...wait a second. That last one REALLY hurts. I screamed pretty loud that Owen was startled and cried too. I had to console him will my leg was being skewered. I guess you shouldn't turn your back on a baby with a utensil. I didn't even remember we owned the meat thermometer fork- have we ever even used it??? Well I guess we have now.

So no I still haven't put up all the drawer handcuffs, corner buffers and door lockers. But that meat thermometer sure got packed away. As did the meat skewers, bamboo sticks, scissors, butcher knives, barbwire and landmines. I intend to make it through child rearing with all of my limbs and digits. And maybe so will Owen, if were lucky.

Baby 1 Mom 0

Doesn't he look like such a little boy now?? I can't believe how big and OLD he looks! I actually cried at that stupid CIBC commercial yesterday. The one where the girl gets accepted to med school. "Do you think Dr. Sophie will make house calls?" All of the sudden I saw Owen packing up and heading off to law/med/model school. OH GOD. Don't let him leave home!!!

My new favorite photo

He walks on water

So as some hecklers (via email) have pointed out I haven't updated my blog for exactly one month.

So shoot me.

Owen is doing lots of new things. Including WALKING. Ok so he isn't running marathon's like his aunt. But given the right motivation he can go a good seven-eight steps.

I asked friends how many steps warrant "walking" and apparently as long as he does it a few times and he goes far enough, it's considered walking! So we are in. Considering our membership into the tooth club has been seriously lost in the mail, I think this walking club could have serious benefits!!

We are really not prepared for full time walking. We desperately need to get a new house to give Owen more room to roam (that is in the works-hence the delay in posting). So I am content with being able to say Owen is walking without having him really be walking :)

He is also clapping, feeding with a fork and finally says mama. He has said dada for weeks now. He uses it indiscrimantely for lots of things but at least now he has added mama to the mix.




Sorry it's sideways but it's still proof.

Who's child is this?

It has become painfully clear recently that Owen has adopted traits from both Cris and I. unfortunately, very few of them are desirable...

SIGNS HE IS CRIS' SON

-He recently drooled all over a photo of Lacey Chambert (Remember the little girl in Party of Five? Not so little anymore. In many ways). And I do mean drooled. Big wet stain right where your dirty little mind is imagining it.

-He nearly bust a gut farting in the bath tub.

-Can not multi task. Obviously not a Gemini like almost everyone in my family.

-Pants are too long, shirts are too short.

SIGNS HE IS MY SON:

-He ate the foaming soap we have (off his hand) because yes it does look exactly like whip cream. No it doesn't taste like it. Or lavender as the bottle proclaims is the "scent". I don't want to reveal how I know.

-He pulled every purse off the displays in the Bay while I was hunting for a new bag. He knows how I shop.

-He likes shoes but doesn't fit into any.

-Can't speak a word of Spanish.

-Sleeps 12 hours no problem!

SIGNS HE IS NOT OURS- A hospital mix up:

-cute as a button

-would choose milk or water over any other drink

-Prefers Wheel of Fortune to Jeopardy

-doesn't like the breading on chicken nuggets (the good ones from loblaws for kids)

-more interested in simple things then fancy toys (like an iMac)

Failed mother application

So I haven't posted in a while. I was wooed by the mac. I tried creating a new site using their publishing software. But my website host (Rogers who else) has an awful uploading FTP prgoram. TOOOOO SLOOOOW. So I came back to my blog...I'll try again someday.

Still no teeth. You want to get "Bad Mother" looks- tell them you have a 13 month old with no teeth. Like I have any control over when he gets his teeth. So I always throw myself under the bus, revealing I didn't get teeth till I was 11 months old. But I still get looks like I must be sneaking into his room at night and shoving those teeth back up.

And of course we are now at the age of "Is he walking yet?"
Again to save my son from the ridicule I always point out two things:
1) My life is far easier if he is crawling- thank you very much.
2) I didn't walk till I was 16 months because I had developed a perfectly good method of transportation on my butt. Who needs to walk when you can scoot across the floor just as fast. See us Wilson kids may appear slow, but really we are just ahead of our time. Think of all the times you wished you could just sit down and zip around a mall...There woul dbe a lot less cranky folks in the stores if we all just sat down and slid around on our butts. Owen of course is crawling, also a decent method of getting around. But he feels like I have to sign Owen up for remedial classes now becuase surely he will be needing them if he isn't walking yet!!

So no he's not walking. Thanks for asking.

Yuletide Owen

I realised I didn't really put up any photos from Chrsitmas. So here are a few. The best Christmas Gift? Owen slept in till 8:00. There really is a Santa Claus!

So with the new MAC it doesn't show the pictures in the editing process- only html script. So I can't put any funny captions for this one. I guess when on the Mac I am going to have to post each picture as a seperate post. But you don't need to hear all the technically stuff.

Just enjoy Owen!