I STILL can't upload photos! Grr.
I CAN tell you about Owen's 9 month Well Baby Check up. He weighs 22 lbs, 11 oz and is 29 inches tall. He's in the 75th percentile for weight, height, and head size. That means that he's well proportioned and is growing just right.
And this post is going to be short because Owen just spit up on the floor. I guess that means that it's bath time.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Owen's Faves
Owen's Favorite Things to do for FUN:
1. Drink bath water
2. Climb the stairs
3. Use Lennie, our poor blind cat, as a drum
4. Chew on the coffee table
5. Make airplane noises (He doesn't know what a cat or dog says, but he knows what an airplane says)
6. Find rogue Cheerios and freak his mother out by eating them
7. Suck on the knob on his mother's dresser (probably the weirdest thing on this list)
8. Chase the vacuum cleaner
9. Make Indian noises using the back of his hand (I know, "Native American" noises)
10. Wave "bye bye" to every old lady in the grocery store
11. Wear the salad spinner as a hat
12. Unfold ALL of the freshly folded laundry before his mother catches him
13. Throw coasters across the coffee table
14. Clap and cheer (especially when he pulls himself up the standing)
15. Feed himself (we have quite a lil Mr. Independent at meal times)
1. Drink bath water
2. Climb the stairs
3. Use Lennie, our poor blind cat, as a drum
4. Chew on the coffee table
5. Make airplane noises (He doesn't know what a cat or dog says, but he knows what an airplane says)
6. Find rogue Cheerios and freak his mother out by eating them
7. Suck on the knob on his mother's dresser (probably the weirdest thing on this list)
8. Chase the vacuum cleaner
9. Make Indian noises using the back of his hand (I know, "Native American" noises)
10. Wave "bye bye" to every old lady in the grocery store
11. Wear the salad spinner as a hat
12. Unfold ALL of the freshly folded laundry before his mother catches him
13. Throw coasters across the coffee table
14. Clap and cheer (especially when he pulls himself up the standing)
15. Feed himself (we have quite a lil Mr. Independent at meal times)
Monday, February 15, 2010
Uninvited Guest
It's about 1AM on Wednesday morning, and I awake to a strange noise. It's not coming from the baby monitor (which Joel insists that we don't need anymore, but I respectfully disagree), so I go back to sleep. I hear the same noise again and assume that it's the suction cup thingies in the shower. Okay, so this goes on four or five more times. Joel FINALLY wakes up. I tell him it's just the stupid suction cup thingies falling down in the shower and that he should just go back to sleep.
Joel gets up to investigate. I roll over. (Apparently Joel has never seen a scary movie. If you want to live, you NEVER investigate strange noises in the middle of the night. I'm a survivor, so I stay under the covers.)
Joels comes in the bedroom and gets a gun out of the closet.
Now I'm awake.
Joel has been shooting crows out of the bathroom window and he was NOT going to do it at 1AM. I was going to put a stop to that. I get up and make my way to the hallway where Joel is standing at the top of the stairs. He shushes me, so I go check on Owen who is sound asleep ON HIS STOMACH! I forget about the strange noises that evidently are not the bathroom suction cup thingies and have a freak out and remember all of those warnings I've been told about SIDS. While Joel stands at the top of the stairs and cocks the gun to scare the monster who has invaded our home, I roll Owen back over to his back where he belongs.
Joel asks me to turn on the light in the livingroom. (We have remote controlled lights, so I was able to do that from our bedroom.) After the light comes on, we still hear noises downstairs. I go back to Owen's room to make sure he's still sleeping on his back. When I look out into the hallway, Joel is gone.
I hear a yell and a little crash. Then I hear, "Sweetheart, it's a baby squirrel."
We were able to corner it in the diningroom, which has the fewest places to hide. Joel chased it into a box, but it jumped out. (Duh, it's a squirrel.) I tried to throw a towel over it. My plan was to catch it in a towel and let it go outside. Joel's plan was to bludgeon it with whatever object he could find. Finally, it ran under the pack-n-play. I went into the kitchen to pick up all of the things it had knocked over. Joel turned his back for a moment. When we moved the pack-n-play, little Houdini was gone!
We searched and searched and searched and searched. We even brought Lennie (our blind cat) up out of the basement, assuring ourselves that Lennie is a good hunter. After extreme exhaustion set in, we comforted ourselves by agreeing that Houdini must have let himself out the same way he came in.
So we went to bed.
The next morning...no sign of Houdini. I took Owen to daycare and went about my day as usual. Joel stayed home to look for Houdini, patch up his entrance, and shoot any of Houdini's squirrel friends that may be hanging out in the backyard. Joel eventually found Houdini hiding in a corner in the livingroom. Joel "took care of him" and I haven't seen Houdini since. I did, however, see four of his friends in the backyard this morning.
Joel gets up to investigate. I roll over. (Apparently Joel has never seen a scary movie. If you want to live, you NEVER investigate strange noises in the middle of the night. I'm a survivor, so I stay under the covers.)
Joels comes in the bedroom and gets a gun out of the closet.
Now I'm awake.
Joel has been shooting crows out of the bathroom window and he was NOT going to do it at 1AM. I was going to put a stop to that. I get up and make my way to the hallway where Joel is standing at the top of the stairs. He shushes me, so I go check on Owen who is sound asleep ON HIS STOMACH! I forget about the strange noises that evidently are not the bathroom suction cup thingies and have a freak out and remember all of those warnings I've been told about SIDS. While Joel stands at the top of the stairs and cocks the gun to scare the monster who has invaded our home, I roll Owen back over to his back where he belongs.
Joel asks me to turn on the light in the livingroom. (We have remote controlled lights, so I was able to do that from our bedroom.) After the light comes on, we still hear noises downstairs. I go back to Owen's room to make sure he's still sleeping on his back. When I look out into the hallway, Joel is gone.
I hear a yell and a little crash. Then I hear, "Sweetheart, it's a baby squirrel."
We were able to corner it in the diningroom, which has the fewest places to hide. Joel chased it into a box, but it jumped out. (Duh, it's a squirrel.) I tried to throw a towel over it. My plan was to catch it in a towel and let it go outside. Joel's plan was to bludgeon it with whatever object he could find. Finally, it ran under the pack-n-play. I went into the kitchen to pick up all of the things it had knocked over. Joel turned his back for a moment. When we moved the pack-n-play, little Houdini was gone!
We searched and searched and searched and searched. We even brought Lennie (our blind cat) up out of the basement, assuring ourselves that Lennie is a good hunter. After extreme exhaustion set in, we comforted ourselves by agreeing that Houdini must have let himself out the same way he came in.
So we went to bed.
The next morning...no sign of Houdini. I took Owen to daycare and went about my day as usual. Joel stayed home to look for Houdini, patch up his entrance, and shoot any of Houdini's squirrel friends that may be hanging out in the backyard. Joel eventually found Houdini hiding in a corner in the livingroom. Joel "took care of him" and I haven't seen Houdini since. I did, however, see four of his friends in the backyard this morning.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Stupid Signal
Well, my dears, I don't know about Verizon's new intelligence. I mean, it does allow me to check my email, blog, and pay bills online. The bad news is that we have such a poor signal out here in the middle o' nowhere, that I can't upload photos. What's the point in having a super cute baby if I can't show him off on my blog?
Mr. Handsome is eating macaroni wheels for the first time...and loving them. I'm glad we've found something he likes almost as much as he likes Cheerios. I can't even count all of the places we've found Cheerios. Last night Owen found a crusty, dirty one under the recliner. I grabbed it out of his hand just before it went into his mouth. My favorite is finding Cheerios in his diaper. I have no idea how they get there, but it sure does make me laugh.
Owen is cruising around the house now. He's a master crawler and has been for about 3 weeks now. One of his favorite activities is crawling to the coffee table, pulling himself to standing, and chewing on the side of the table. Awesome. Owen also enjoys chewing on his crib, his saucer, the end table, and his dresser. He has three teeth on the bottom and one eye tooth on the top. He looks a little odd, but don't tell him that. When he's not eating Cheerios, he chows down on french toast, jelly sandwiches, hash browns, carrots, apple chunks, macaroni & cheese (my favorite thing to dig out of the carpet), ham, chicken, and meatloaf (he can't get enough of it).
Boy, I really wish I could upload a photo or two for you.
Check back soon...I'll be blogging about Wednesday morning's uninvited guest to the Marquart Homestead.
Mr. Handsome is eating macaroni wheels for the first time...and loving them. I'm glad we've found something he likes almost as much as he likes Cheerios. I can't even count all of the places we've found Cheerios. Last night Owen found a crusty, dirty one under the recliner. I grabbed it out of his hand just before it went into his mouth. My favorite is finding Cheerios in his diaper. I have no idea how they get there, but it sure does make me laugh.
Owen is cruising around the house now. He's a master crawler and has been for about 3 weeks now. One of his favorite activities is crawling to the coffee table, pulling himself to standing, and chewing on the side of the table. Awesome. Owen also enjoys chewing on his crib, his saucer, the end table, and his dresser. He has three teeth on the bottom and one eye tooth on the top. He looks a little odd, but don't tell him that. When he's not eating Cheerios, he chows down on french toast, jelly sandwiches, hash browns, carrots, apple chunks, macaroni & cheese (my favorite thing to dig out of the carpet), ham, chicken, and meatloaf (he can't get enough of it).
Boy, I really wish I could upload a photo or two for you.
Check back soon...I'll be blogging about Wednesday morning's uninvited guest to the Marquart Homestead.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Signing ON!
Thanks to Verizon's new intelligent mobile hotspot, we have Internet access! It's not the quickest or the cheapest, but I am no longer going through Internet Withdrawal. I'm getting my fix. :) I'll post updates and photos soon.
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