Owen, the Comedian

Last night, was another all-nighter in the Wilson household. Here is the time line as follows:

8:30 pm - Owen to bed. Silence.
10:00 pm - Tears, screams. Joey visits Owen briefly, calms him and leaves the room. More silence.
11:00 pm - (just as I am hopping into bed) Owen screams, many tears shed. No comfort. Not in the mood to fight with him or make him cry it out, we snuggle as I get him some Tylenol. He must be in pain, right?
12:45 am - Finally asleep. I think. I settle in on the couch.
1:00 am - "Mommy. Mommmmmmmeeeeeee." Great. Turkey. I take a pillow, blanket and head into Owen's room. "It is time to be asleep." I settle in on his floor.
2:00 am (I think): I hear Owen laughing and then him imitate someone snoring. "Ahhh-shoo." Great. Not only have I dozed off, but I was snoring and Owen thinks it is hilarious. He's not asleep, but making fun of his mom. Cute.
3:00 am - Owen quiet. No more noises coming from his crib or his mom. I leave the room and once again settle in on the couch.
4:00 am - Owen is crying bloody murder. I take my pillow, blanket and yet again make my way to Owen's room. He falls asleep much more quickly this time, meaning no comedic acts from him.
6:15 am - Owen bright-eyed and ready for the day. I am not amused.

The Doughball

Happy Birthday babe! You are a live wire, filled with energy and passion. Thanks for making our home exciting and filling it with love. We love you!

Emmie Girl

Emily - love your bright red hair, your two little teeth and chubby legs I can't stop squeezing. Happy Birthday!

My BFF

My new BFF is my boot and all its splendid glory! Yes, I have nothing good to say about my injury or how mad I am about it, but without this black beast, life would be very, very hard.

Congratulations Lorena on a very prompt and accurate guess. (Although I must confess that the backpack was a great guess. It is the only way I got anything done in my life at this time last year. As you can see.)


I must also say that I am extremely disappointed more people didn't comment and tell me what their favorite treat(s) is/are. I was secretly plotting to send you all treats at some given time throughout the year.