Walk This Way

I think we can safely say Owen now prefers walking to crawling...He also drank an entire sippy cup of milk tonight. No bottle!

School Daze

I was in the St. Paul's parking lot at 6:40 this morning. I was trying to register Owen for preschool and they only had one slot left in his age group. To my surprise, there were already two other dads in line. One had been there since 6:15. I stayed in my car b/c I knew they were already ahead of me, and I could see if anyone else entered the parking lot. At 7:15 a van pulled up and I got out and began walking the short distance to the door. She took off running, but I made it there before her. You would think she would have come earlier if it was that important. I immediately asked what age the other parents children were, and they were all older than Owen. I thought I had a pretty good chance.

The four of us stood out there in the freezing cold weather. When another parent arrived, she started asking us about age, etc. and the other (running) lady told her the youngest class was 2-year-olds. I was pretty certain she was wrong, and since I was the only parent that had a brochure and registration form, I took a look. I was right, but I wanted to keep that info to myself.

The director felt sorry for us and opened the door at 8:20, ten minutes ahead of schedule. We all signed a sheet, and I could barely write my name despite the fact I came prepared with gloves and hat. We had to wait until 9:00 and luckily the two guys in front of me had kids in different classes. Owen got the last slot in the toddler class and I was so relieved. I can't believe what a competition it is to get your kid into preschool. I was so nervous on the short drive from home to school...like I was going to a job interview. I'm so glad he will get to start this fall, and that will make it easier to register him next year.

How now brown cow?

Yesterday was the first day without formula. We still gave Owen his milk in the bottle b/c we didn't want to freak him out too much. This morning as I was vacuuming (see post below) Brig attempted to give him his milk in a sippy cup. He drank it for a sec then stopped. She had to take the dogs out, so I decided to put in some Nesquik. This was suggested by his doc if he had a hard time transitioning. He hasn't, by the way, had a hard time transitioning.

Anyway, he still didn't want it. So...what's a parent to do? Into the bottle the brown milk went. Of course he guzzled it down. All we can figure is that it comes out too fast or too slow in the sippy cup. We are going to keep offering the sippy cup at each meal until he finally drinks. He will give in eventually. The doc also told me he wouldn't drink as much milk as formula, so we shouldn't expect him to have three 8 oz. bottles of milk a day.

I heart Dyson

When you have two dogs that shed like crazy, and an almost toddler who will put anything (and I mean anything) in his mouth, you have to vacuum constantly. The days when we only had to vacuum weekly are a distant memory. It is now a daily chore, even though we could probably do it twice a day and still never keep up.

As you can see, it was 6:38 a.m. and this is what I was doing:


Thank you Mr. Dyson! You were expensive, but you are sooo worth it. Thank goodness Owen isn't scared of you...yet.

Who ya gonna call?

Owen was in a great mood yesterday afternoon, so we decided to try and get a shot of those two teeth. He was cooperating at first, but then spotted the telephone. This kid loves the phone and the remotes. Once he got the telephone, the camera battery died...again...even though it was just charged. We will be purchasing a new battery this weekend. So...the quest to document the teeth continues.

A side note: Since Owen got well, we have been weening him off of formula. He is currently drinking two ounces of formula with six ounces of milk per bottle. We hope to go to all milk on Saturday. Hopefully we will be done with formula and bottles by the start of next week.

Snuggle Puppy

Sometimes Milo actually lays in his own bed. Sometimes Owen likes to lay on Milo.

Visit from the Valentines Day fairy?

So...Owen did not get up this a.m. until 8:00! Happy V-day to mommy and daddy. When we put him in his high chair for bfast, he started yapping away. All of a sudden I saw another tooth! We knew it was coming, but this one was really fast. We still couldn't manage to get a decent pic to post, but here's one of the balloon Grammie and Papa gave him. He also got a toy helicopter from them, a Disney movie from Grandmama and Granddaddy, and clothes and a pair of shoes from us.