While I'm busy adding to the list of "Hilarious Things Avery Says," I thought Owen needed an update. His baby book is sadly emptier than Avery's, so I've got to document a few of his milestones somewhere so he knows I at least tried to keep track.
The little guy is great. With rampant sickness in the house (seriously, even now I'm pretty sure I have bronchitis), he actually had to go back in for an ear and weight check a few weeks ago. Ha! A kid with trouble gaining weight? Funny. But he improved so all is well. It's understandably tough to gain weight when you don't eat normal amounts of solids for several weeks. Or when you do, you're barfing it all up, sometimes down the front of your mom's shirt. I get it. I didn't eat much for a month either, so we're both working on putting the lbs back on. It's easier for some of us than others.
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| Holy sweet face. |
Owen's pretty laid back still, and that's the approach he's taking to walking, thus disproving the "the second child does everything faster because he is chasing the older one." He is 14 months today, which is the day Avery started walking. Owen is not even standing on his own. He's perfectly content to speed crawl, cruise around and have me pick him up if he wants up higher.
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| He spied the camera, a new target. |
He does however want to climb...it makes him a little nervous though and he wants supervision. If I mistakenly leave the baby gate to the stairs open, he'll head that direction and go up one or two steps. Then he'll look for me and get all mischievous when he sees me coming and high tail it up the stairs.
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| I don't need to pay attention when I climb! I'm a Dinosaur Train-watching music table-climbing pro! |
He's of course a pro at Mama and Dada, dog, uh-oh and is working on an "A-e" version of Avery. He's babbling a lot, I'm just not able to make much sense of it. He can sign "milk" (which pretty much means "gimme gimme gimme any sort of food"), dog and fan. He does a cute little point and likes to reach out and touch his pointer finger to mine. He does a smash-face kiss, which is pretty much like it sounds: He smashes his face into mine. It makes him very happy.
He absolutely loves Marti. He hugs her and cuddles her. They take over Avery's bed.
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| Forced snuggles. |
He was pretty proud of himself when he discovered he could get into Avery's bed.
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| Beds are for fun, not for sleeping! |
I took both kids in for a haircut the other day, Owen's first. Owen was looking a bit like a disheveled old man that had let his hair go too long. Avery loved her experience and was smiling and telling boob jokes from the moment she sat down. (I can't make these things up.) Owen was slightly more apprehensive, but he was still a champ.
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| I'm a little nervous, I'm not gonna lie. |
And now just look at him. With a few snips, he morphed into a big boy.
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| I'm a distinguished gentleman now. Without a shirt. And with peanut butter on my face. |
