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 amazing playground behind Joey and Owen. As you can tell, the O-ball is having a good time. 
This slide is humongous - and they let you hold your child on your lap. I wish you could see Owen's face - he is giggling. Before he made it to the bottom, he screamed "AGAIN!"
The birthday girl dumping buckets of water onto unsuspecting victims. 
Her Ariel cake. I love doing cakes for little girls - they fight over the funniest things: the tail, the sea shell bikinis, her lips . . .
Pucker up!
Owen is "doing the dishes." In the short moments when I had my back turned, he grabbed several items and secretly stashed them under the burners. They were not recovered for several weeks when I smelled something burning. 
This last picture is hilarious. Owen is watching a 30 second clip of his cousin playing in the tub. Every time it would end, he would scream "AGAIN!" until we would hit play. This lasted for at least 10 minutes. 
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!
Emily - love your bright red hair, your two little teeth and chubby legs I can't stop squeezing. Happy Birthday!
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.)
