Owen is in a tasting phase. Not chewing like before, but licking and tasting. EVERYTHING. From the chair and wall in the doctor’s office to my leg and shoes and the cement patio at home. It’s cute because he does it so gently—gets really close, then just sticks his tongue out and licks it.
Category Archives: Owen
Using a spoon…
So just yesterday I decided I had to give up control and let Owen start trying to feed himself with a spoon—except that he really didn’t show ANY interest at dinner. It really surprised me because the last time we had a spoon out, he did pretty well with it. So I was a bit frustrated.
Fast forward to tonight, when we tried a different yogurt and a different spoon…and apparently he had a new attitude! He also had (as you will hear) two completely enthusiastic parents!
What the…?!?
So I put Owen down for his afternoon nap and went down to the basement for about 20 minutes. When I came back up, I turned on the monitor—and it was all static. Oh great, I thought—the not-very-old monitor died. I fiddled with it a bit, but nothing. So I thought I’d go upstairs and check the handheld monitor—and that one was on the fritz, too…which meant that something had happened to the camera.
So I went to peek in Owen’s room and look for the camera—and it’s not on the dresser. And I had to do a second-take because his penguin humidifier wasn’t on the dresser, either. I had a split-second thought of “Was it there when I put him down?” before I looked down and…saw the camera in the middle of the floor and the humidifier IN TWO PIECES IN HIS CRIB!
Yep, the little shit pulled both of them off the dresser! He was sleeping peacefully so I didn’t worry about it too much—but I am sure the bedding is soaked (because the humidifier was probably half full).
What a kid!
Little moments.
So today at lunch, Owen was eating Cheerios and he says “Oh!” Yep, that’s an O. Yay, Owen!
Then we were watching Sesame Street and the monsters were singing a goodbye song, and he started waving.
I love these little moments.
Owen + ink pen + couch = artwork!
We never really worried about Owen getting hold of ink pens because he didn’t know how to click the top.
Until today, apparently. |-|
So today I learned (thanks, Google!) that rubbing alcohol gets ink off microfiber. And now you know, too.
July photos online!
The chase!
Owen had a tortilla chip so Maggie was following him around. There was a lot of chasing and screeching!
Owen’s Words
Since Owen still isn’t talking, we have been talking about getting him tested at his 18 month checkup—just so we know if it’s something we should be concerned about or if he’s still in a safe range. The testing is free, and if it calms our worries, there’s nothing wrong with it. Anyway, I think Owen heard us talking about getting him tested, because he’s started with the words. :>>
He has been saying “ball” all the time (although it comes out more like baaaah) but over the past few weeks, he’s started attempting to say some numbers and letters (like when following along to Sesame Street or when we count). It started when I was out shopping and Tom was home with Owen and they were watching Sesame Street. Tom SWORE that he was counting along kinda under his breath: wah, too, fee, for, fii, sih, seh, ay, etc. 8| Of course once I got home he didn’t do it.
But that weekend I was headed to Grayling (just me and Owen since Tom had to work) and damned if he didn’t count with us that weekend. Still nothing major or DISTINCT, but when you’re counting one-two-three and he says fawr or fooooor it’s obviously four…and when you get to eight and he says ayyyyyy…we’re pretty sure it’s eight. Close enough, anyway. And sometimes when they are concentrating on the Letter of the Day, he will say it with them.
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But just as we get excited about it, he doesn’t seem to be saying anything new or getting better (and everything he sees is baaaaa)…so we will still make an appointment to get him tested. Just in case.
Back Yard Wanderings
Owen knows what “outside” means—I said “Let’s go outside!” and he ran
to the sliding door! What you will see here is just a tiny slice of what I get to watch on a daily basis…balls, his pool, tomatoes as balls, trying to put a tomato back on the plant, his rake, and a measuring cup.
And taking a break with mom…
First slide by himself!
Gramma Jean and Grauntie Marge came to the park with us…so since I had someone to “catch” Owen at the bottom, we let him go by himself! He loved it, of course! YAY, OWEN!
Bouncy fun!
First raw apple!
Well knock me over with a feather…Owen is eating raw apple!
I hurt.
My wrists hurt.
My forearms hurt.
My triceps hurt.
My back hurts.
But Owen had a blast playing basketball (which translates into: Owen had a blast having mommy lift him up to the hoop so that he can throw the ball through the hoop) at the community pool yesterday.
The things you do for your kids. 🙂
Things they are a’ changin.
So Owen’s tastes have been changing again. He used to love fried eggs—we’d have at least one a day. Now he won’t touch them. He used to love granola bars—we’d sometimes have maybe two a day and he could easily eat one per meal. Lately he won’t eat more than one bite. But one day this week, for his pre-breakfast snack, I gave him one as a test and he ate the whole thing! Apparently for his less favorite foods I have to make sure he’s hungry. Sometimes he’ll eat strawberries but not too often. But this morning? He ate two! TWO! Wheeee! It’s an ever-changing game that is very frustrating. At least he still loves yogurt.
I also am really NOT liking this changing-of-the-nap-times thing. Just when I had it all figured out and things were running super smoothly…it changes. I really don’t like the trial and error of figuring out just what his new nap time should be. One day I tried at 10am (his old time) and that didn’t fly so he didn’t end up napping until 11. The next day he was practically falling asleep at 8:30 but it was way too early for a nap—so we waited, and he seemed a little tired again at 10:45 but he certainly wasn’t laying down to nap…and he let me hear his displeasure. The next day I had an errand to run at 9 which I thought would surely work with his schedule…except he fell asleep in the car at 9:15! |-| So now every day is a new game.
First Crayon Drawing
We were up in Grayling for the weekend to visit with Filipek’s, and I was sitting doing something with Izzy when she suggested she get a piece of paper for Owen to write on. Well, he was using a pencil, and kept poking through the paper, so I suggested a crayon instead. She ran to her bookbag and brought back a turquoise crayon. I held the paper and let him go to town…
(Gramma says it’s a nice picture of snow-capped mountains behind a lake!) Then Izzy wanted to write on the back. 🙂
A little while later, while we were all still eating dinner and Owen was left to his own devices (having already finished eating), we suddenly heard Marcus saying “NO, OWEN!” Yeah, he had just drawn his first crayon WALL art. |-|
Thank heavens for Magic erasers!
Dancing!
Three firsts today!
1) We took him to the Grayling fish hatchery with Gramma Jean and Grandpa David. He was still a bit too young—maybe next year will be better!
2) Tom took him wading in the AuSable River—we were impressed that he didn’t mind the chilly water…although the current intrigued him.
3) Grauntie Marge brought over a watercolor paint book!
Chair ride!
We found a new activity that Owen loves!
More dinnertime fun!
June photos online!
http://owenmichaelhudson.shutterfly.com/
After May’s whopping 439 pictures, we’re back down to a respectable number—197. 🙂
New (squeaky) shoes!
I’ve often joked that I want to hang a bell around Owen’s neck so I can hear where he is when he’s out of my sight…so I couldn’t resist getting these shoes when I saw them on sale. We put them on him tonight to test them out, not sure what would happen. Watch and see…and laugh with us!
Kinda sorta first gibberish words!
So for probably a month or so, when Owen gets cranky or whiny or hurt, it sounds like he is saying “mama…mamamama…mama” but even though we love hearing it, we know he’s not really truly saying it.
Yesterday, when Tom was playing ball with him (with his new hoop) he swears Owen would call the ball his “ba ba.”
So today we were at the pool and were playing with the ball and hoop there. There were quite a few other kids so we took our turn then left the ball and went to the other pool. But Owen did NOT want to go and kept his eye on the balls. He would try climbing up on us to see them. It was sooo cute. After about 10 minutes of us trying to distract him, I swear I heard “mama…baba” and he pointed.
So, I consider those his kinda sorta first gibberish words…
Pickle!
Bouncy Bouncy
Owen has taken to doing this when he accidentally backs up against the ball.
Fun with the slide!
You just never know what he will find amusing. Or how long he’ll play with something. As I say in the video, he was doing this for about five minutes BEFORE I even started recording!
How does that penguin taste?
We’re still in the tasting and putting-everything-in-your-mouth stage. He loves this penguin, as you can probably tell from all the paint scraped off!
Pool Basketball
The one bad thing about both Tom and me getting in the pool with Owen is that we can’t take pictures…and today we would have loved a video!
The community pool has a basketball hoop and two balls in one section. Well, Owen always likes to play with the balls, and today since Tom was there, he lifted Owen up to the net so he could put the ball through himself. Oh my, did he love that! Every time he got the ball in his hands, he’d look up at the net like “Why am I not up there yet?” and then Tom would lift him up and Owen would drop or push it through! It was sooooo cute! (I tried lifting him, but that was a joke!) I think we did that for probably 20-30 minutes total!
Wet Burpie Toss!
Check out Owen’s new favorite game—the wet burpie toss! He will just keep bringing it back to you, over and over, and wait for you to toss it. It’s so much fun!
More teefers!
He’s had these four teeth (in green) for awhile—I just forgot to post about them.
First minor injury—poor toe!
Owen got his first minor injury tonight.
Tom said (I wasn’t there so I didn’t witness it) a piece of 4×4 wood fell on his toe. :'( There was some crying and bleeding as we tried to deal with it—but really not too bad overall. He wouldn’t let us get near him with any type of ice pack but Tom did manage to get a band-aid on him. Then he sat with grandpa and watched Sesame Street and things were okay (until we had to put a new band-aid on).
I’m okay (LOL) and he’s pretty okay, except for when we need to touch the foot. And he’ll likely lose the nail since it’s completely black and blue.
Poor kid.