Tuesday, December 27, 2011

To my dearest Owen, on your very first birthday

To my Dearest Owen, on your very first birthday,

You amaze me. I am so in love with you, I don't know how to describe it. I love to watch you learn, grow, laugh, explore, and love. I am just as enthralled with the new tricks you are learning as you are with learning them. I, of course, think you are the most handsome baby boy I have ever seen, and your giggles melt my heart. I've thoroughly enjoyed the last year with you, and I think most of all, parenting you has allowed me to understand how God loves us. Some days He must be at his wits end, using all of the patience He has, but He still loves us fiercely. Some days, He may not know why we make certain decisions, and we don't understand as He gently repeats 'No' over and over. It just takes repeated grace and constant love. When we are hurting or sick, He must be so upset that it brings Him to tears. I now better understand what 'unconditional' love means. I hope that He will provide me with grace daily, so that I can continue to parent you the way He parents us. I pray that some day you will get to know Him too.



Here's to many more adventures (and better naps) in your second year.

With my deep, and unconditional love, Mom

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Squeaky Clean

One of the (many) benefits of having a private blog is that we can post naked baby bath time pictures without guilt. Our little chunker loves his baths. By the way.. I can not wait to weigh him @ his 12 month appointment. I feel like he is finally gaining some weight. (We'll probably wait until we get home from the holidays to have this appointment.)

Playing with toys

He loves to stand in the tub (much to our fright). He's so slippery, and we just sit him down over and over and over again.

Classic Owen.

Drinking the water.

Waving at Daddy. Also classic Owen. Check out that belly (our exclamation point is broken.. otherwise I would have entered 5 or 6).


Our little love...

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Spoons not necessary


We are really not a big fan of being fed these days.
"I'll do it myself, thank you!"