We've made it 9 months! It's been an amazing 9 months. I've basically been in a state of awe for 9 months now. And I don't think that state is going to change any time soon as I know Owen is going to hit several milestones in the next few months. Crawling. Walking. Saying Mama. Whoa.
A couple days ago, Owen was sick with his first ear infection. I was sitting on the edge of the spare bed in his room, watching his daddy rock him in his arms. For a moment, Owen fell asleep between his sobbing. In that moment of silence, I remember looking at Owen in Dave's arms and thinking about how big he looked. It was really the first time that I saw with my own eyes how big Owen his getting. His body no longer just fits in his daddy's arms. His legs stick out and hang out -- like a big boy. I know that this is just the first of many times that I'll be thinking, "Wow, my kid is big now."
Life with Owen is getting more and more fun. He mimacs our facial expressions and the sounds we make. He laughs so easily. He is so inquisitive about the things around him. He loves stroller rides. He loves swimming in the pool. He loves his mommy and daddy and Gracie and Otis and Coopy. I think his greatest love may be eating. He loves to eat.
We've seen his first signs of stranger anxiety. My heart can't help but melt a bit when he reaches up for his mommy when he's uncertain about his surroundings.
Owen sleeps a solid 11-12 hours at night. But since he has to wake up at 7 a.m. to get ready for daycare so I can go to work, it means that Owen goes to be between 7 and 8 p.m. during the week. It's hard to only get a couple of hours in the evening with my boy before bed. It's a weird feeling to be missing my boy when he's sleeping upstairs and I know he's close by, but I feel that way every night. But I try not to think of working as a sacrifice, especially since so many people don't have jobs and want them. My job provides us with so much. And Owen will grow up knowing that we have to work hard for what we get. I think that's an important lesson. And Owen loves daycare. All the daycare kids love him too. He got no less than 5 or 6 hugs (from just two girls) when I dropped him off this morning.
Owen had a good visit with the doctor this morning. Although she won't declare his eye color yet! He's in the 84th percentile for height and 33rd percentile for weight. Tall and lean. I'm actually surprised that he's only 33rd percentile for weight. He feels so sturdy to me and doesn't look too skinny. He's definitely healthy and has a happy disposition. And that's what matters.
J.B.
A couple days ago, Owen was sick with his first ear infection. I was sitting on the edge of the spare bed in his room, watching his daddy rock him in his arms. For a moment, Owen fell asleep between his sobbing. In that moment of silence, I remember looking at Owen in Dave's arms and thinking about how big he looked. It was really the first time that I saw with my own eyes how big Owen his getting. His body no longer just fits in his daddy's arms. His legs stick out and hang out -- like a big boy. I know that this is just the first of many times that I'll be thinking, "Wow, my kid is big now."
Life with Owen is getting more and more fun. He mimacs our facial expressions and the sounds we make. He laughs so easily. He is so inquisitive about the things around him. He loves stroller rides. He loves swimming in the pool. He loves his mommy and daddy and Gracie and Otis and Coopy. I think his greatest love may be eating. He loves to eat.
We've seen his first signs of stranger anxiety. My heart can't help but melt a bit when he reaches up for his mommy when he's uncertain about his surroundings.
Owen sleeps a solid 11-12 hours at night. But since he has to wake up at 7 a.m. to get ready for daycare so I can go to work, it means that Owen goes to be between 7 and 8 p.m. during the week. It's hard to only get a couple of hours in the evening with my boy before bed. It's a weird feeling to be missing my boy when he's sleeping upstairs and I know he's close by, but I feel that way every night. But I try not to think of working as a sacrifice, especially since so many people don't have jobs and want them. My job provides us with so much. And Owen will grow up knowing that we have to work hard for what we get. I think that's an important lesson. And Owen loves daycare. All the daycare kids love him too. He got no less than 5 or 6 hugs (from just two girls) when I dropped him off this morning.
Owen had a good visit with the doctor this morning. Although she won't declare his eye color yet! He's in the 84th percentile for height and 33rd percentile for weight. Tall and lean. I'm actually surprised that he's only 33rd percentile for weight. He feels so sturdy to me and doesn't look too skinny. He's definitely healthy and has a happy disposition. And that's what matters.
J.B.
I know what you mean! I totally miss my son whem I'm at work and I miss all of the bonding time but I'm thankful I have a job. I love the little man but some adult conversation is nice too ;)
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