month 12

dear owen,
happy 1st birthday. i cannot believe that it has already been 1 year. in many ways this year has flown by. i remember sitting in our apartment with you on my chest, totally afraid of you. afraid of not doing a good job in raising you, not giving you my best, and just afraid that i might break you. well... it's been a year and you're still here. so i must not being too bad of a job. this year has definitely changed my life. people said that our lives would change and i really didnt understand them until now. i dont think anyone quite understands how a child impacts someone until they actually have one, same with being married and all the other major events in one's life. we've definitely gone through our ups and downs this year, but i honestly couldnt imagine life without you... ok, so when you're screaming in the grocery store... yea, it's crossed my mind. but your presence has changed me. i now try and slow down and enjoy our time together. people say that the first few years are the most crucial and go by the quickest. at first i didnt understand or believe them. this season has felt like it's lasted forever.... but wait... it's already been a year. they are right. you are growing quickly and becoming more and more independent each day.

birthday eve

we have a walker

mirror mirror

rocket pjs

owen usually wakes up around 7am to the cries of the little girl next door yelling "buuusssss" to her 4 other sisters. so, for the next half hour or so, while i peel my eyelids open, o occupies himself fairly well, with an occasional yell of dada or mama. whichever one he yells first, that's who has to get him.... i'm always rooting for dada, it's the only time i want b to win. anyway, this morning i heard him rustle after the bus call, but then he was pretty quiet. i thought that maybe he had fallen back to sleep. but around quarter of eight i started hearing him playing and then not long after i could tell he wanted out. this is what i found. guess he got hot in his rocket pajamas.

what a weekend

this past week has been insane to say the least. christmas day was great. the day after, sucked. we all got sick, and i mean SICK. everybody and anybody we came into contact with got it. throwup and all. that night my whole family, brians whole family, 12 people in all came down with some kind of 24hr flu. b, o and i had a rough night.... but we made it through. the next day we had to travel down to d.c. for the crusade christmas conference. thankfully we all felt well enough. it was such an amazing time. the conference was held at a 4 star hotel and the beds were to die for. i'm on a mission now to start saving so that in 10yrs we'll be able to buy that $3000 bed of bliss and the 20 pillows that come with it.our hotel sat right over the metro, so a few days we went right into d.c. and enjoyed the museum atmosphere. owen enjoyed the train though.it was great hearing phil speak again, and with the music, it was just a great taste of past years. phil was of course awesome and true to his eagles. there were about 500 or so students who have never experienced his charisma, and i think they enjoyed it immensly.so we are all recovered from our sickness... now i just have to recover owens routine. he also enjoyed the amazing bed at the hotel, and now has to get used to a crib, without the feather bed and 20 pillows.