Momma's Boy

It seems in the past week or so that Owen has become a downright Momma's Boy. He is wanting nothing to do with Daddy:( It hurts my heart when he refuses to go to Tony, give him a kiss, play with him, etc. I know that it is probably just a passing phase, but it still makes me sad.

We had kind of gotten into a routine at night that I was the one who usually put him to bed. I don't know why, but Tony just hadn't been doing it much the past few weeks. Well, a couple of nights ago Tony was going to put him to bed....and lets just say that it did not go well. He practically had to pry him out of my arms, then he refused to give me a kiss because he was upset, and then he cried and cried for Tony in the bedroom and pointed to the door because he wanted me. We have tried a couple of more nights since then and it has been about the same. Tony has been a trooper and kept at it....and I have been good and not gone in to rescue.

I remember a few weeks after Owen was born that I wondered if he would ever be a Momma's Boy. I know I wasn't quite myself, but it seemed like Tony was the only one who could calm him down. It would make me happy to see them together, but make me wonder if I was cut-out for this "mom" thing. I guess we have come full circle....

Tony says that he is fine with him when I'm not around....hope that is true since I will be gone for a couple of days next week for a training. Maybe when I come back he will be a Daddy's Boy:)

Grandparents & Fingers

While growing up, Tony and I were both very close to a set of grandparents. They were very integral parts of our lives growing up. We both spent lots of time there and have wonderful memories of them throughout our lives. We also have great memories of times together with them once we began dating and into the beginning of our marriage. Unfortunately, they did not make it to meet Owen. We talk all the time about how we wish they were still here, or how they would "just love it" when Owen does something. We are sad that they are not here with us physically, but know that they are looking down on us and were probably an integral part of pleading with God that it was finally "our time" for a miracle......

All of that being said, one of the longest memories that I have of my grandpa was that when I would sit on his lap he always used to play with the tips of my fingers. I always wondered why he did it, but I never thought to ask. It just became something that he did and I grew accustomed to it as I grew older. In the past few weeks and in the rare moments that Owen is "still" which is usually right before sleep or right after waking up, he will at times play with the tips of my fingers. The first time he did it, it took my breath away because I immediately thought of my grandpa. I'm not sure if it is something that will continue for a long time, but I will cherish the moments with him when it does.

I can only hope that there will be more moments with Owen as he grows up when other little "traits" of our grandparents will appear. Tony and I will try our hardest to let him know what wonderful people they were and I know that others will as well. We miss them terribly, but know that they will always be watching over us.

Snow Days 2011

The blizzard of 2011 hit us pretty squarely over the head! I've been off from school for 3 straight days (which is a HUGE rarity!!) and Tony came home early on Tuesday and was off all day yesterday. I've been having a great time home with my little man....kind of like an early spring break:) Thought I would share some pictures of how we fared after the storm left and of Owen experiencing being out in snow for the first time....he had a blast! In fact, he cried when I made him come in:)

We lost a pretty big limb and Owen's swing is barely holding on!

There are 5 trees under all of that snow.....I hope they survive the thaw!

Watching daddy clear the deck for Tasker.


There is a driveway somewhere under all of that snow. Tony
swears that our driveway caught everyone else's snow!

Venturing out of the garage...

The drifts were about as tall as he was!

He liked the snow blower....Tony said that "Daddy's vacuum was

better than mommy's!" I think Owen agreed:)

He fell, but didn't seem to mind. He kept trying to throw "balls" for

Tasker but they all fell apart in his hands before he could!

Wasn't too sure of being in the snow:) Liked it much better

when he could walk around and touch it himself!

Teeth 11 & 12

It was a long, hard battle but I am happy to say that teeth 11 & 12 have finally made an appearance! To be honest, tooth 12 is only 1/2 way through but I'm going to go ahead and count it because it seemed like overnight my happy baby returned:) Owen had been increasingly fussy in the evening hours over the last couple of weeks. Tony and I were about going crazy some nights because nothing seemed to make him happy! Finally, on Monday night we both commented that he was in such a better mood.....I had an inkling so I checked and the two bottom molars were showing! Life has been much better these last few days:) I really hope that his two year molars are not this difficult on him.....or us!