
Owen is 15 months old today!

He’s getting harder and harder to take a photo of on these days. This was the best one of the bunch!
He is 13 months and I think it’s now nearly impossible for me (alone) to get a good picture of him sitting with the sign:
I am thinking I might have to give up taking these monthly birthday photos because he will just not sit still for even 2 seconds and it’s absoutley THE most frustrating day of each month for me—and it should be fun. :'( I will have to wait until Tom gets home so we can double-team him. 😀
I did get this kinda cute one, though (although no sign):
http://owenmichaelhudson.shutterfly.com/
This is just a reminder that February’s monthly photos are now online! There isn’t a special link for each month anymore…you can always find all the photos at Owen’s page on Shutterfly!!
I really can’t believe Owen is a year old already. I think this past year might have been the fastest year of my life so far (if I forget about his first 6.5 months when he wasn’t sleeping through the night, which seemed like the longest 6.5 months of my life!).
Unfortunately, the morning didn’t start off too well…I decided to change him in his room (where all his clothes are now—we moved them earlier this week) because I wanted to start the day off in his “1st Birthday” onesie. Well, he really kicks up a storm now during diaper changes—and he’s also started to LOVE throwing things (repeatedly!)—so he kept throwing his toy and kicking like mad AND reaching back behind him for the lamp.
UGH.
So I was trying to give him the toy (again and again) so he would stay still for just a minute, while trying to wrangle him back on the changing pad, while trying to keep him away from the lamp, while trying to take off his PJs…when he kicked EVERYTHING off the dresser—including the humidifier—so there was water spilling everywhere.
Needless to say Mommy wanted to scream and she was NOT happy about being frustrated with the little man on his birthday. 🙁 But then we had our quiet cuddle time on the couch watching Sesame Street, and I loved him again. 🙂
Then, as usual, he wanted nothing to do with sitting still to take pictures—but with Grandpa Mike’s help, we did manage to get a few (overall, so far today, about 10 out of 80 were decent).
A friend suggested I make a “flip book” to see him age quickly… Learning how to do it myself in Photoshop would take too long right now, so I used Picasion—but it had a limit of 10 pics, so next month I’ll need to find something else or I’ll need to learn how to do it myself…
Owen is nine months old today. We didn’t have much luck with photos—he apparently decided he didn’t want to smile much, let alone even LOOK at the camera. Stinker! So this month we only got a handful of good ones, and this is the best one.
This one from a few days ago is much better. 😀
Eight months! EIGHT! He cannot be that old—he’s our baby! But look at that long hair! We can’t have that…
So we went to get his hair cut!! Partially because it was really too long, partially to fix our shoddy razor job from a while back, and partially because we have a photo session with a professional photographer next week!!!
He did really, REALLY well—even though he slid off the slippery wooden seat a few times and even though he was really squirmy (he LOVES to look at anything going on around/behind him, so getting him to look straight ahead was a bit of a challenge), the stylist never got frustrated and kept talking to him and trying to direct his attention elsewhere. I had imagined being there FOREVER, but we were done in probably 15 minutes!
And here we are back home, with a cute new ‘do! Unfortunately, the bangs are a little crooked, but that was the hardest part to cut with him being wiggly.
Such a little man! He does NOT look like an 8-month old baby!
Seven months already? Really? Yikes. He looks like SUCH a little boy…especially when you get him next to, say, the other babies in my mom’s group. He’s not close to crawling yet, but he can sit like a champ!
It’s getting harder to take these, because someone is much more interested in the paper:
Then, outside later (but with no paper—I just gave up):