
Owen's dad is rad!! He finished the BAR!! Whew! That was a long three years of studying for one three day test!! Thankfully, that is DONE!!! Now, to find a job....
AND FOR GOOD MEASURE:

Even though I (Owen's mom) finished my master's a year ago, he is still proud! :-)
We went to an anniversary party last weekend. And, there is not better excuse (actually...who needs an excuse??) for Owen to sport a sweater vest!


I discovered what it would be like to have twins, and a 2 1/2 year old last week! I babysat some friend's kids (5 months and 2 1/2) last Thursday for a bit. It started off really well. Zoe (the 5 month old) was asleep in her car seat for about 30 minutes of the hour and a half they were here. When she woke up it was no big deal. I stuck her in the Bumbo, and Owen in his bouncer. I put on a Veggie Tales CD and we sang songs. They thought it was hilarious. Meanwhile, Joshua (2 1/2) is lining up my cookie cutters across the floor. View evidence:

So, when Zoe woke up we sang songs, as I mentioned. On cue, both babies started crying. Scratch that. SCREAMING. Bloody murder. Um. Hmm. What do I do?? I somehow manage to get both babes onto my lap. I am bouncing and singing, to no avail. More screaming. LOUDER screaming. Owen is upset because Zoe is upset, and he get MORE upset when I try to comfort her instead of him. We had a guest sleeping in the guest room (Travis was out of town for the BAR). I started laughing, because really, how else do you deal with that situation. Laugh or cry, I figure. So, laughing was the only way to cope. Then I discovered Zoe had a horrendously awful diaper. Of course. So, I get the supplies out, and set up shop on the floor, screaming baby in front of me, screaming baby to the right of me, and toddler stringing cookie cutters behind me. I am used to changing a boys diaper, and Zoe is a cute little chunky thing, so the rolls made it harder. I am still laughing. At this point, to keep myself from crying. So, my house guest comes out of the guest room and tiptoes down the hall to see what kind of war she is walking into. She peaks around the corner and says timidly, "hiiii?" Then we both start laughing. She has to help me a bit with the dirty diaper, because it is taking me WAY longer than it should take any normal person to change a diaper, much less a MOM that changes 10 million diapers a week. Well, then Zoe and Joshua's mom walks in the front door. Apologizing profusely that her baby is screaming and had a rotten poop at my house. I laugh. I mean, what else to do, right? And honestly, it isn't like Zoe was trying to punish her mom (or myself) for leaving her with someone else. 15 minutes later I was back down to one baby. Whew. :-) MUCH easier.
Since then, Owen has decided that cookie cutters are much more fun to play with than any of his toys.





Ok, I think that's all for now. I will have more pictures posted in a day or two!!