I really should be in bed, but...

...I wanted to post something for Brian and Deb and anyone else who saw this movie back in the day.

Spatula City

HE'S CRAWLING!!!

Here are some of the latest photos that I have taken of Owen.

Owen in his mess.

Owen and Mouse, the cat. I got these Levi's 501s from my nephew, Parker, and I just think that a little diapered butt in them is just so adorable. Had to get a picture of it.

Byron and I were noticing how long Owen's hair is getting in certain areas. We might just have to break out the clippers. I am a little concerned that the buzzing might just bring this sensitive little one to tears.
And here it is, although not the best video, again. But, he is indeed crawling... slowly.

Signing Time.

Owen is so close to crawling lately. I will have to get that on video sometime soon. Although, he might just skip crawling and go straight to walking. He wants to stand every chance he gets.
Lately, Owen has been stuffing his blanket underneath him to sleep, so I had to take another sleeping-with-his-butt-in-the-air picture.

My relentless attempts at baby sign language with Owen are starting to pay off. We believe he is signing "more" and "all done/finished". This isn't that good of an example, but what can ya do?

Good Ol' College Choir.

The other day I was reading Psalm 27 to Owen and came across verse 14.

Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD.

For those of you who took college choir with me probably knew what I did next. Yup, I sang it to him. Poor kid. Funny thing is, I can still hear Ben hamming this up and can see Professor Stallcop getting really into directing us to "WAIT".

Dream A Little Dream...

I have been scouring the web to locate a clip from the sitcom Mad About You. There was a show entitled "Nat and Arley" where Paul and Jamie discover why Paul isn't getting any sleep. Turns out Jamie is hitting him in her sleep. This scene isn't exactly familiar, but darn close. Before Owen was born, I had a few episodes where I would sit up in bed while I was dreaming. It would wake Byron up (mostly because I took the comforter with me when I sat up) and he would say my name and that would wake me up (and I would be a tad bit embarrassed). Since Owen has been born, these episodes happen all too frequently. Maybe I should visit the sleep clinic;) The last few have been leaping across the bed to catch Owen because I think he is falling out of our bed. All the while, he is happily sound asleep in his own crib. Not last night, but the night before, I dreamt that I was changing Owen and he peed all over the bed. I remember lightly running my hand over the blankets to see if the pee got on them. Of course, it did not. One night, in my dream, Owen was on Byron's side of the bed and I went to sit him up. Because Owen was not actually there, I panicked and started to pull the sheets and blankets off of what I thought was Owen. Poor Byron suddenly awoke to this frantic woman desperately scattering his warm blankets. Turns out that my dad has a twinge of this in him as well, so maybe it is hereditary. He has also leapt across the bed to catch a baby and has actually gotten up and dressed for work at 3 am. So, I am not totally alone in my craziness. I bet someone would pay good money to have caught my crazy acts on camera.

Here is a video from what I think is Big Brother 8 of a guy named Eric sleepwalking. This is painful for me to watch because I can TOTALLY relate. Trying to get comfortable in a place that is so not your bed and joking around because you know what you are doing is crazy, but there is nothing you can do about it. Eric Sleepwalking.

Bleh.

Owen and I have been sick for almost four days now and I am tired of being tired and tired of being nauseous. We have missed way too much church due to a runny nose (which we decided was a teething symptom) and now this sickness. I am sooo looking forward to Spring and Summer since those pesky sicknesses seem less during those warm times. PLUS, I am ready for warmth. Today has been a nice day though.

Hope you all have transitioned nicely into the new time change (except for Ryan and Deb who live in Arizona where they don't believe in time changes;))

Pima Air and Space Museum and a Sore Ear.

While visiting Deb and Ryan in Tucson, Byron, Owen and I went to the Pima Air and Space Museum. We walked around their huge plane/jet "boneyard" among hundreds of photographers and models who were there practicing as part of a photography conference. I had Owen in the front pack and was headed toward a Blue Angel's jet when one group of photographers caught my eye in the opposite direction. I continued to walk while looking at them. Big mistake. I ended up running smack dab into a wing and managed to bang up the tip of my right ear along with my pride. It is one of those things that is funny after a little time has passed. I happened to bump the tip of my ear yesterday and realized that it still hurts. Which made me think of my embarrassing story to share with you all so you can have a little snicker imagining the scenario.

9 Months and Counting...

Owen had his 9-month check-up today and was an absolute gem during the whole thing. We listened to several other children screaming their heads off and I silently thanked the Lord that Owen was a content child.

He weighed in at 19 pounds 4 ounces (45%), his height is 28 inches (50%), and of course the noggin was 48 centimeters (95%). He didn't have to get shots, but did get a hemoglobin test where they pricked his big toe. He even let Dr. Ally hold him. She was thrilled because 9 month olds tend to have separation anxiety. I told her his first five months were the separation anxiety months.

No crawling or walking yet. For a while I was impatient for him to be able to crawl because I thought that he would then be able to follow me around. My friend, Marissa, reminded me that he won't necessarily follow me around, rather I will be chasing him down in the opposite direction... Instead, I am happy that he is at this stage, heh.

A Wonderful Unexpected Visit.

Two weeks ago Byron's cousin, Aaron, and his wife, Becky, and kids, Nathan and Joel, came for a unexpected visit. We realized that it had been almost two years since we had seen them. They were here for about a week and we got in as much time with them as we could.

Here is Auntie Di reading Joel a Dr. Seuss book. It was quite the book too. I believe it was There's A Wocket In My Pocket. Check it out at the library the next time you get the chance. Seriously...

Brody and Nathan playing checkers (and making funny faces).

And then I thought that I would throw in a picture of Owen from this morning's breakfast. He goes to the doc tomorrow for his nine month check up. The kid is pretty much completely on formula now and I could have sworn that he gained five pounds in the last two or three days. He is HEAVY. He is also teething and has a runny nose as a result. So, he is a-changing... and each and every day is a blessing (even the looooong days).