To Stand or Not To Stand And Other Things

To Stand or Not To Stand...And Other Things
By Owen, 10 & 1/2 months.


Stand! I try. When I'm holding onto my rocker seat or Mommy's hands.


Scoot. I'm getting good at that. I move along on my belly using my knees to push forward and I get around. I can go from the dining part of the house to the family room part and back.


Cat Water Dish. I go there. I love putting my hand in that cool clear stuff. The Mommy always pulls me away. I don't like that.


Eat! I can put food in my mouth. I do like that. Cheerios, Bread, Crumbs that I find on the floor. I scream when I want something to eat. I scream Loud and The Mommy's feet start moving fast then. And she gives me that food.



That Special Word. That word that they use to call me: Owen. Owen. It's a nice sounding word:
The Mommy: "Owen. Owen! Owen, no, sit down."
Big Brother Rhys: "Hi Owen."; "Owen, no, stop!"
The Daddy: "Owen. Hi there. I love you!"
Big Brother Noah: "Owen! I think he likes me. Do you love me, Owen?"

Owen. A cool word.


Sounds. I can do a mean scream. The best is when I am unhappy. Like when The Mommy tries to put me down for a nap. And I do other sounds: "Me-me-me-me"; "Ba-ba-ba-ba"; "Baaaaaaaaa....."


Hands. Cool things. I like to look at them. And I can make them move. I wave them at people or I open and close them or if I want something, I reach them out to grab at something or I sue them to tell The Mommy I want something.


Mote. My favorite toy. I know that it makes the picture on the big square box change. I've tried to change those pictures myself. That's when my Big Bros or The Mommy yells out that special word again:

"Owen!"
Nice.

Happy New Year, Happy New Times

It's been a busy time these last few weeks since the Christmas holidays. We've hosted two sets of family, and the boys engaged in lots of playtime with their new rescue helicopters and Wii system, along with a couple of trips out to their favorite haunts. School has started again, and along with that comes a flurry of new activity. And in the midst of it all, 10 month old Owen is crawling and cruising and becoming more independent...and much more vocal. Time is beginning to fly again...but so far, the time has been good and happy....

So Happy New Year to you, and Happy New Times...