Well, Owen has the Croup, so he is feeling crummy (but today he is feeling better...i started this blog on Thursday!). Although, he is always smiling, so he is surprisingly upbeat considering. Also, when we took him to the doc today for this diagnosis, we discovered he has only gained 1 pound since his 9 month check up. He weighs 17 lbs 3 oz...and he went from being in the 3rd percentile to not even being on the chart. :-( So...ugh. We have to try to get him to eat more fat and calories, and get him to drink more milk - regular, strawberry, chocolate, soy, or otherwise. Milk is milk, according to the doc. The more we can get down him, the better. Even pedia sure and stuff like that. So, I am on a mission to make sure he gets a certain number of calories a day, even if that means I have to be feeding him something all day long. I guess at his 15 month appointment, if he is still on the really low end, they will have to run some tests. yikes. Does anyone have any suggestions on how to get more calories into his diet? (no peanut butter) I think maybe he doesn't eat enough calories ever day. I don't know.
Something hilarious: Owen LOVES "S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night" by the Bay City Rollers. He LOVES it. He despises having his diaper changed. He won't be still, he fusses and cries and he hates it. We give him toys to play with on the changing table, and he won't have it. We sing some songs, and he is only somewhat interested. Well, for whatever reason Travis started singing BCR and Owen got a HUGE smile on his face and had his diaper changed with no problem. That is now the diaper changing song. :-) So funny.
Owen sleeps through the night now. From about 8/8:30 to 6/6:30. Bless him. He has some special friends that sleep with him. He has his Mr. Monk lovey that he has had since he was a tiny tiny boy, and he has Cappy the monkey that Travis and I bought in New York at FAO Schwartz about 5 months before he was born, and now he has a Curious George that glows and plays lullubies. He LOVES these friends. When we put him in bed (AWAKE!!! he puts himself to sleep even!!) he grabs all of these friends and pulls them to him. It is really sweet.
Alright, I am tired of hearing how Pluto is not a planet. How sad for Pluto to be demoted. And the term "plutoed" is even in the Urban Dictionary. It basically means to be demoted. Sad. Pluto will always be a planet to me. I'm on your side, Pluto!!
And now for the pictures!!
Owen LOVES to play with his socks. (sorry for the snotty nose. The carebear sticker on his shirt shows we were just at the doctor!)
Grandpa and Sam gave him this horsey. He enjoys it.
Uncle Taylor and Aunt Heather got him this table for Christmas, he loves it.
