6.19.2009

Don't make me gag



A few days ago I was in the bathroom. And, as many of you can relate to, my children inevitably end up there with me more times than not. On this particular day, Owen discovered the toilet paper stand, which is a free standing type. It was great fun for him, and as hard as I tried I could not convince him otherwise. He pulled it down and I grabbed it before it bopped him on the head. Then, as I was occupied (for like 7 seconds, I swear) he pulled himself up and figured out how to unroll the toilet paper, which was much more fun. Emma thought she needed a turn too, so it wasn't long before there was toilet paper everywhere and a baby who did not want to sit down.

After I had the toilet paper rolled back up, I noticed Owen chewing. Oh boy. The standard finger sweep in his mouth did not produce anything. Clearly, he had ingested some of that wonderful t.p. The boy does not have a stomach capable of handling all of his impromptu snacks, so it was a matter of seconds before he began to gag.

The amazing thing was my reaction. As he began to make to sounds associated with eating things that should not be eaten, I calmly held him and instructed Emma to take a step backwards. I held onto my son and made sure that he was positioned on the rug, and as the toilet paper came up, I had the presence of mind to wait for round two, which came a moment later. I then plopped him on the floor, wiped him up and gathered the rug up to throw into the washer. My blood pressure did not rise, I didn't yell at Emma, I didn't freak out in the slightest. I was calm. Calm! No panicking. I marveled at this uncharacteristic approach of mine (I am the one who once ripped my husband's head off because Emma "is bleeding!" and he was calm while I was not) and was pleased with the conclusion that I came up with for this phenomenon.

I am officially the mom of...a boy.

6.09.2009

pig's

A few weeks ago I put Em's hair in pig tails for the first time. She seems more like a little girl all the time. She is watching her first movie for the first time right now. It is a veggy tale movie from a good friend.

Over the weekend we took family pictures with my family. Successful? I don't know. Owen slept really poorly the night before, and didn't take a nap that morning. His eyes looked red and puffy, and he looked so tired. But they'll do. It was all in all a pretty good time.

Our life has settled down into a routine again. It feels good to be back to the day to day stuff.

6.02.2009

Hello

Little Owen loves his mama. Here he was flirting with his Aunt Kari. He would hide under the blanket and pop back out. It was very fun. He does smile, but it is very hard to capture.

Emma with her pig tails.

We were outside enjoying the weather in the front yard. This guy loves to sit in the grass. Admittedly, he loves to taste the grass sometimes too.

It was pretty sunny out. It's definitely not a great shot, but we tried.


And now for some tidbits:

~I gave Emma a haircut yesterday. I may have gone a little short, but I think it turned out ok. It was certainly fun!

~Owen is officially a crawler. He has been mobile for several weeks, and has been army crawling for about two months. But I recently tried to show him how to stay up on his knees. He just didn't have the patience for it, but he has decided that it may be worth the extra time. He has only gotten and faster better at it in the last week.

~I have my garden tilled and almost all planted. It is a lot more work than I remember! Then I realized that I never helped much with planting. When I started the tiller for the first time last week, I immediately thought of my grandpa. The sound brought back a vivid picture of him. I remember him walking behind his red tiller for so many summers. I regret not learning more from him, not spending more time with him, and not helping him more. I walked behind the tiller as he had done so many times in his life, and thought that if he could see me now he would get quite a kick out of it. He may also chuckle at me crooked rows that I planted, and my cucumber hills. He was an amazing gardener, and an amazing man, and we all miss him so much.

~Owen is a tough dude. He doesn't get bothered by falling or bumping his head. He is a mellow little guy. I think he's pretty smart. He can pull himself up, but he is also getting really good at sitting back down. Hmm...look at him!