Pimples and Closed Doors

I see a teenager in this little guy's face in this picture. I suppose it's not too far down the road.

Sweet time with Mummy

Sometimes we have chocolate soy milk for a treat. Sh! Don't tell daddy!

Next Stop: Fun!

Sticking indoors with running, spinning, 15.5-month-old is pretty much a no-go these days. Heading outdoors is a new experience with a mobile little person. Everything is interesting: puddles, sticks, birds in the sky, garbage on the street, people (to whom he yells "Hi!").

When Owen was still crawling, the playground was fun in the sense that we could thump the poles with our fists and get a really clangy sound, slides were used for standing purposes, and sand was everywhere once we arrived home. Now that he wants to climb and run, my heart is stopping a few times an hour watching him explore all that he can do.

Moving Forward

When Owen was a baby, I would think about the day in the future when he would reach out and hold my hand and we would walk together.

Now that day is here and I am loving every single minute it, his hand clutching my finger, tottering along, and sometimes breaking away defiantly to walk ahead by himself. That kid of mine is pretty daring, but he always looks back to mummy.

I hope he always looks back at me as he goes forward.

Sorry for the photo dump! Owen has had a very busy month, attending concerts with Grandma, a week-long visit in Calgary with Grandpa, Nana, Aunt, Uncle, and cousins, Christmas, playing with bubbles for the first time, line-dancing, and sitting forward-facing in his carseat.

One busy weekend!

It's only Saturday evening, but we have already ridden the miniature train in Stanley Park and looked at the Christmas lights, walked to Granville Island and home again with a few stops to feed pigeons and play in the sunshine, and, last but not least, had a first visit with SANTA!