Three Weeks Old.

Let me preface this post by saying that I am going to steal an idea from dooce in the fact that she writes her daughter a letter each month telling her about her happenings and how she has changed. I thought it would be a great way to document Owen's little life and especially so my sister can keep tabs on her little nephew across the states.

Dear Owen,

This week you went to the doctor again to discover that you now weigh 9 pounds and that you are doing good. That day was an "outing" day and it wore you out. Once we got home, you cried the rest of the night and continued it on into the next day. We thought you might have colic and we began to dread the next few months since we heard that colic can last up to six months or so. After a little research and thinking, we decided that you might just need more sleep. Now you get a little fussy before naptime and that is about it. Otherwise you eat, have awake time where you are happy as a clam, and then you go down for a nap just as expected. You really do spoil us now.

I got to show you off to several of my former co-workers whose voices you heard for all those months. Upon picking you up, my boss whispered "Go Lakers" into you ear just to spite your Daddy.


Sunday was Father's Day. We woke Daddy up with a present and breakfast. Time seemed to melt away and we ended up being late to church, but we didn't care. Our family got presented with three roses during the church service. You did perfectly at church without a peep. Rosy Nelson, Virginia Wallett, Alpha Frank, and Mary Clausen all got to hold you. We went to Papa Berger's (Grandpa Eichelberger) house for lunch to celebrate Father's Day and snapped a four generation picture (see below). Papa Berger might just have nicknamed you Dagwood since he thought about calling your cousin, Sara, Blondie.


You experienced your first actual bath with the help of Mommy, Daddy, Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Stephanie, and cousins Kielty and Will. You actually don't mind the bath, which is good because you spit up a bit and can get stinky quick.


Jayci's mom, Merrianne, stopped by to bring us dinner and to hold you for the first time. She is on her way to see her granddaughter, Isabella, today. I can't wait for you to meet Isabella!







This next week might have more excitement in it, Daddy has a softball game tonight to start it off.

I love you kiddo and am grateful for every moment with you!

Love, Momma