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Mummy and daddy took me to a Succulent Show at Van Dusen Gardens this afternoon after my big nap. We saw lots of flowering cacti and prickly stuff (don't worry, I didn't touch anything!).
Today was the first really warm day all summer, so I busted out (not busted out of) my shorts.
Mummy is a nerd and was really excited to have her photo taken with the cacti in the background. Daddy, as always, obliged.
And then I relaxed on the way home in my new car seat and read a good book.
Last night, Owen slept from 7:30pm until 5am. After a quick diaper change, a snuggle, and song, he was fast asleep again until 8am. No wakeups. No feedings. No crying. Nothing. I'm not boasting or jinxing it, just amazed!
I am on double duty for the weekend. Adam is a bit dozy, having had all FOUR wisdom teeth extracted this morning. He can't lift anything heavy for three days (definitely rules out picking up the kid) and needs lots of rest. Thus, this mama is taking care of two man babies (men babies?).I've got one on the couch with easy access to a table of fun (new Esquire mag, TV remote, gauze, water, Vaseline for dry lips, and a book) and the other napping in his crib at the moment. Guess which is which!
In between I've managed to dash out to grab some groceries (it's a lot easier shopping for two without the ability to chew), make Owen some food for the week (pureed spinach and salmon), sweep, laundry, and general cleanup. It's amazing what one can do when one must!
No real words, and certainly no sentences yet, but Owen has started to make different sounds: "da", "ba", "dee", "bee", and "innnnnng" when he is frustrated. Grandma and Pep Pep are convinced he said "daddy" a few weeks ago.
Owen is also becoming a master spit-bubble blower and drool master.
Sometimes I'll be sitting on the floor of Owen's bedroom playing with him when a song or rhyme I haven't heard since I was teeny tiny pops into my head, something like this:
Say, say, oh playmate, Come out and play with me. Bring out your dollies three. Climb up my apple tree. Slide down my rainbow Into my cellar door. And we'll be jolly friends Forevermore, one two three four!
And I'm convinced it's my great-Auntie Mary joining in on the fun with Owen and me.
We always called her Auntie Mary, but she was really our third grandma. We were very lucky. She was an integral part of my life, introducing me to the joys of dunking cookies in coffee with cream, kooky fashions, rhymes, and the ever-important card games of Uno and Gin Rummy. She died a month or so after Owen was born and never had the chance to meet him, but she had his photo pasted at the foot of her bed.I miss her.
Today was the first really warm day all summer, so I busted out (not busted out of) my shorts.
Mummy is a nerd and was really excited to have her photo taken with the cacti in the background. Daddy, as always, obliged.
And then I relaxed on the way home in my new car seat and read a good book.
Come on in!
Shut the door and hang up your coat...
Take a gander around...
Turn on the light...
See the owl?
Always remember this! We placed it over Owen's crib so he never forgets!
Choose a book to read and stay awhile!
No real words, and certainly no sentences yet, but Owen has started to make different sounds: "da", "ba", "dee", "bee", and "innnnnng" when he is frustrated. Grandma and Pep Pep are convinced he said "daddy" a few weeks ago. 
