It's weird to think Owen is only a month away from being one...and I know everyone says this, but time really does go by so quickly, even more so this second time! I didn't even realize we hit the 11 month mark until 30 minutes ago while doing the dishes (alot of things don on me while doing the dishes!) which was totally opposite of how I was with Selah... I was very vigilant in recording every single little milestone with Selah, like when she breathed differently, made a goofy new sound, did something cute with her pinky finger on her right hand, and blinked half a second longer than usual (okay, maybe some of these are a bit exaggerated, but only a little, honestly, I was a little obsessed with my baby girl) but I just haven't been with Owen...his blinking and breathing patterns tend to go unnoticed.
I think there is something in our human nature (or maybe it's just me) where we loose our excitement about things we've already experienced, including giving birth and raising children. Don't get me wrong, when Owen was born I was PLLLLENTY excited and when he learns something new, like how to walk, I'm still amazed and proud, but the extent of it, or how it looks and feels is just different, maybe not less, just different. Part of me feels guilty and sad about this, like I want to make myself equally as enthusiastic about the new way he selects toys from the bin or the way he manages to twist his paci the correct way in his mouth, like I would have been with Selah; I want to force the same reaction to drop everything I'm doing, grab a camera and/or pen and paper to record every movement, but I just can't...that same zeal is just not there, it's close but just not the same, and sometimes it's just not realistic with what all else is going on around me. It's just weird, and on my mind...but anyway, here are some fun pictures of the moments I HAVE captured today! Enjoy! :)
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| You can usually find Owen with a long, stick-like object in hand... like this paintbrush, |
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| that he is now trying to eat, also very usual behavior. |
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| Just trying to measure stuff mom... |
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| like the distance from my mouth to my hand! |
At lunch Owen started spitting his applesauce out at me (which is usually my cue he's done!), and Selah chimes in, "Owen, no spitting your food, Owen, because, God cares about us." -- not sure how these two statements relate, but she sure thinks they do...
Daniel had to work later than usual so while he was eating dinner and we were playing in the living room Selah asks, "What are you doing Daddy?"
pause: this always makes me laugh, these questions with obvious answers, I mean, Daniel was clearly sitting at the table with a plate of food in front of him and chowing down on leftover steak... so silly, but super cute, most the time!
resume:
Daniel responds, "Eating in peace."
I overhear her say, "Oh, peas, those are good for you!"
And she comes running to me to relay the information she's uncovered, "Mommy, Daddy's eating peas!!" She's clearly really proud of him for eating so healthy.
Then, Daniel corrects her, "No, IN peace, I'm eating in peace."
Selah, giving more proof that English is a tough, tough language, responds "Oh, you're eating in pees? or in poops?" -- I really wonder what she thought about daddy eating in pee??
We eventually, after laughing, explained that "peace" means quiet, calm...anything BUT the dinner Daniel was experiencing!
Here's a not-so short video of our evening...I didn't feel like cutting it, soooo enjoy if you so desire. Thanks for reading!
Happy Eleven Months Owen!!
We love you VERY, VERY much...
even if my lack of documentation shows otherwise!
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