Officially A Pathetic Parent

I never thought I'd see the day....

Everyday when I take Owen to daycare, we turn a cd on in the car that is a children's cd.  So far, we have 2 John Lithgow cds that are pretty good and a couple from the Wiggles.  It really is fascinating that even on days that he enters the car fussy or crying...a couple songs in and he is all smiles.  Music is a powerful thing.

Which leads me to my point......

Last night I dreamed I was a member of the Wiggles.  I'm not proud of that fact, and believe me....if I had any choice in the matter I would've chosen a different topic to dream about. 



I remember I was really struggling with remembering the words of the songs when we were in concert.  The other guys were getting pretty upset with me and I kept exclaiming, "I just started listening to these songs a couple weeks ago!"

Usually I don't remember my dreams, but I woke up singing "Dorothy the Dinosaur" in my head. 

I'm never going to be the same.

Subtle Hint to Santa

Dad's Christmas Stocking should always be bigger than everyone else's.  Unwritten Christmas Rule!

Drool

Owen is a drooler. 

Rare is the occassion that I am holding him (head on my shoulder) and I don't have a large wet spot on my shoulder within 10 seconds. 

He started drooling noticeably much more around 3.5 months.  At that time, Em was convinced he must be teething early because it was such a radical difference in the amount of drool this kid would produce. 

If he is on a blanket or on one of his play toys that he stands up in.....the area around his mouth (and a foot in either direction) is so wet they could reasonably be confused for having been left out in a hurricane. 

The other day, I was playing with Owen by lifting him over my head while I was seated.  I didn't see it happen, but I felt it.  A massive (at least it felt massive) amount of drool splatted directly into my eyeball.  It startled me a little and I rushed to get him securely into my lap so I could squeegee the spit from my eye.....and I had to start laughing a little.  If this had happened with one of my nieces or nephews.....I'm sure I wouldn't have acted as calmly.  There is something about having your own little one that you just aren't rattled by their bodily functions or excretions. 

And just in case you were wondering.....we're keeping him.  We aren't sending him to any adoption agency because of that one incident.  (But if it happens again.......)



Santa & The Dude

Last Saturday we took "The Dude" to go meet Santa for the 1st time. 

After careful planning (between naps & after a feeding) we made the trek out to the mall to fight through holiday shoppers to sit on some old, gray-haired man's lap.

As soon as we get to the middle of the mall (where Santa is), we find out that we "just missed Santa".  He went to lunch. 

We then spent the next hour waiting in line with a bunch of inpatient kids who can't wait to see Santa. 

We get to the the front of the line and put "The Dude" onto Santa's lap.  With camera in hand, I make my way back to where they take the "professional" photo.  I ask if it's ok if I take a picture while they take some, and they said it was ok.  Em was in front of me trying to get "The Dude" to smile.....successfully.

I take 1 photo.  The professional photographer takes several and can't seem to get one that works.  Santa is loosely holding Owen and we start to see him leaning to his front......ever.......so........slowly.  Emily & I start creeping up closer to Santa unsure what the protocol is on falling babies.  Does Santa have it under control?  Is he not allowed to stop a fallling baby for some insurance reason?  All of these things are going through my mind as I still see Owen (in slow motion) leaning.  At the last possible second, Santa grabs him and all is ok.....but he didn't have to wait that long, in my opinion. 

Here is the photo that I took:  (Em said it was MUCH better than any of the ones we could've bought.)

Comfortable in the Crib

I'm reminded of Back to the Future when Marty sees his convict Uncle Joey back when he was a toddler.  Uncle Joey just loved to be in his crib....which became prophetic as he spent the majority of his life behind bars.



The Dude has grown very comfortable in that crib of his (although I doubt he is destined to share the same love of bars as Uncle Joey did later in life.)

He has gone from screaming his little head off as soon as he goes into his crib....and the second he wakes up.....to all of a sudden being very chill with the whole experience.  Now he basically falls asleep within 10 seconds from his head hitting the mattress and instead of wailing the second he opens his little eyes, he sometimes just likes to look around and relax in there before he lets us know he's ready to get up. 

Here's a picture of our monitor that I took as I watched him (silently) wake up.....stretch......roll over on his back.....and fold his arms on his chest like i've seen so many old men do on a couch after a Thanksgiving dinner.

I pray we don't have an "Uncle Joey" on our hands.

Snowsuit Stories

When "The Dude" gets a little older, Em and I are going to have to figure out appropriate punishments as discipline for him.  I know "Time-outs" are a big form of discipline for a little kid. 

I think we should use the snowsuit as a form of "time-out" when he gets old enough.  When he is in that snowsuit, he is at its mercy.  You zip him up and he'll smile and coo, but there is no moving of the arms or legs.....he's stuck.

Here's proof.  (Still shot or not.....this is how it would look if we did a video of the little guy in this position.)

Just zipped up

A frustrating attempt to move his right arm

So, a couple days ago I was bundling him up in his snowsuit and put him in his car seat to head to daycare.  As I was walking out the door, Emily says to me, "Do you think he'll be warm enough?"  I told her to come and look at him and ask me that again.

She looked in there and just started laughing.  I think he'll be fine.

He's more likely to die of heat exhaustion in that snowsuit....than he would catching a cold. 



4 Month Picture

I posted this pic on Facebook yesterday and a couple of the comments were something like:  "He looks like he's 3 already." 

While I grant you that he does look a little older in this picture, I promise you that he was only about 4 1/2 months in this picture.  I think the way Emily propped him up to look like he's sitting (and he doesn't look to wobbly in a still photo).  He looks a little older than he really is.  Also, he's still pretty skinny, like he outgrew his "babyfat" stage, but he is just growing tall.  He is already outgrowing his 6 month clothes. 

He takes after his "old man".  Tall, skinny, and looks much older than they really are.