Tuesday, May 27, 2008

17 lbs of pure joy

Had to take the little fella to the doctor on Friday. He has had a horrible cough for EVER now and it just does not seem to be getting any better. Aside from the cough that is too pitiful for words, there are NO changes to the eating habits or attitude so the doctor wants to wait until next week before prescribing an inhaler.

As I was waddling through the doctor's office trying to carry my child into the room where we will be seen, the nurse turned to me and in pure shock asked how I am managing him in the carrier. Not well apparently as she can clearly see the agony on my face. We had to know his weight. The last time we were at the doctor for 4 month shots he was 16 lbs 1 oz. Friday - 17 lbs, 13 oz. I constantly carry around a block of cement. (speaking of cement, did you watch Grey's, I cried...)
It is clearly no wonder why I have horrible back pains.

On the development watch - still no rolling over and no desire to do so. He is MUCH better in his jumperoo and has become a saucer kid at school. No longer the youngest in the class, he has given up his Graco swing at school to the fussy baby girl that was born in March. Owen looks at her from the driver's seat of the saucer car...beep beep. The doctor assured me once again that he will roll over someday - like when...who knows. Oh well. He is happy.

He had a weekend full of grandparents while I studied my little (who are we kidding) behind off for my real estate post license class. WORST MISTAKE EVER GETTING MY REAL ESTATE LICENSE. I don't care, I don't care, I don't care. Ahhh...I hate it. And yes mom, had I not put things off FOREVER, I probably would not be in this situation but here I am and here I sit...constantly going over tax breaks and sales credits. Have I mentioned I DON'T CARE!!!!!

He will get to spend more time with Nana again this weekend while I study...MORE. Yippie.

Aside from all the real estate fun I have been having...Owen is still happy, fun and full of life. He cracks me up. Also, I think I may have a future pitcher or quarterback in my house because I saw a few rattles fly through the room at record speed and distance a few times this weekend. Guess it is time to Owen proof the house.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Dorothy called, she wants her tornado back

Seriously, what is going on with this weather?

In the short time Owen has been on this earth, we have already strapped him into his carrier and crouched down in the hallway THREE TIMES. I think in my whole life, I have had to get into tornado mode half a dozen times, including the three with Owen.

This is ridiculous. Too much destruction and damage. I feel so terrible for these poor people that had their roofs ripped off, cars pushed over and homes destroyed.

I think the most irritating thing though is, you can't blame "PEOPLE" for this. You cannot call the tornado provider and say, please cancel my tornado service, I no longer use it. You cannot call Tornado Customer Service and say, Thanks for the rain but this is a bit much. Global warming, carbon footprint, it's all silly to me, but I do know that last year we had no rain and this year my new address is about to become Oz.

I have also inquired as to the tornado plan at Owen's school in the event that one breaks out in the middle of the day I am unable to get to him. I mean, all those kids, those windows...I should buy a fallout shelter and live in that until summer.

Oh but summer...that brings hurricanes and in turn more rain. Think I can Google storm shelters? What do you think those run for?

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

As promised

Here are some pictures of Owen in his new Jumperoo. He LOVES it. He is actually fussing right now to get into it but he just ate and I think that he may just decide to throw up all of his food onto the shiny new jumperoo.

I am starting to feed Owen veggies in addition to the formula. As you can tell, he is not a fan of pea's. Come to think of it, neither am I. He did open his mouth when he saw the spoon today though, so we are making great strides.

Still not rolling over, he just does not seem that interested but he does want to pull his legs under him when he has tummy time. I will give him until 6 months for the roll over, if not by then, we will consult the medical professionals.

It is clear that he has hit the age where he needs to be constantly entertained. It may have something to do with day care but he is becoming more animated and needs to see that someone is in the room or around him. He also makes this nails on a chalk board type sound...half cry, half coo, 100% driving me crazy. It's like a growl and really cute for the first 5 minutes but after that, I just want him to make up his mind...what do you want to do, talk or cry...ahhh. But, coming from Owen, it still makes me laugh.

That was then


With that said, I was thinking the other day that it was been a year since I found out I was pregnant with Owen...and on Thursday it will be a year since I saw him for the first time. I still get butterflies in my stomach thinking about that day. I was so anxious, excited, nervous, everything. I cannot believe that this little thing became OWEN!!!

He got a new jumperoo on Saturday. Nana picked it up for him and thankfully she and Papa put it together because it looks very complicated and has a bunch of parts. However, he LOVES it and thinks that it is hilarious that he can bend his legs and then bounce. I will post pictures of this soon. It looks like a carnival ride...it clearly does not match my house decor, but Owen has fun in it so that is all that matters.

The whole Fergie clan will be Walking for a Cure on Saturday (if it does not rain) and I am so excited. I have been telling you all how much I want to be outside, exercising, having family time. This counts for it all. I am PRAYING it does not rain during the walk because I cannot wait to see Bigger Baby in his Team Smatties shirt. (also, I am still taking donations so any help would be great...tax deductible)

Owen got to have another spend the night party at Nana's and Papa's over the weekend so BB and I went to see a movie. While sitting in the theatre I realized...people are MORONS.

Movie Edict Rule #1 - If you are late to the movie, you must sit in the first place you see. Do not stand there searching for an upper seat in the middle causing people to move and shuffle. I got here on time, found my seat and have settled in. You did not and dilly-dallied at the concession stand. Sit up front.

Rule #2 - If the movie is rated PG-13 and over and you choose to bring your "teen" aged child and there happens to be some sort of love scene, do not lean over and try to explain DURING THE MOVIE that this is what grown up's only in love do. Not the time.

Rule #3 - I should always know that if a group of teenagers come into the film that I have planned on watching, I should just leave and request my money back. Nothing good can come of teenagers. I was one once, I know how they act. I may start lobbying for curfew's. No teenager out past 7 pm on Saturday.

I did like the movie though...21, check it out.

Well...enough for now.

Oh, I did get my hair cut. FINALLY. Love it. MUCH BETTER.