Tummy Time

It's official.

I'm a mom.  I now talk about percentiles and say things like, "tummy time".

Owen doesn't exactly love time on his tummy.  But thanks to Rosie Pope (yes, reality TV is educational), I recently learned that he is supposed to spend at least 30 minutes on his belly each day.  After watching him suffer through this, Marisa suggested that the 30 minutes might have to come in 10 second intervals. 

He's getting stronger.

 But he doesn't work too hard before it's time to roll to his back for a breather.

Playing with mom is much more fun.

And I'm not sure if you've noticed, but mommy's little guys is growing quite the belly. 

Happy Easter!

Although Owen and I never got around to dyeing eggs, we still had a great Easter weekend. 

Nakia, Emily, and Lyndsey (friends from work) stopped by to hang out with Owen.  He had fun hanging with the girls and I enjoyed catching up.  

Such a natural!  Little man was too tired for a photo op with everyone.  Next time...

We had an A-town reunion BBQ on Saturday.  The Bergman's came to town and the Lipscomb boys had to meet Owen too. 

Another natural.  The Lockamy's traveled over from Augusta.  Owen and Trevor really hit it off.   They might be best friends.  Heidi joined in on the fun too but somehow avoided my camera. 

Lots of relaxing.

Unfortunately, Sunday was rainy and cold.  No Easter egg hunt, which was okay since our little hunter can't even crawl.  We're hoping for better weather next year.  We traveled to Augusta for church with Grandma, Grandpa, and Uncle Brian.  Travis and Jamie stayed away since they had the flu. :(  Grandma made a feast for at least 20, even though there were only 6 of us there to eat.  It was delicious, and I took full advantage of the fact that I am (sort of) eating for two.  We completely forgot to take pictures in our Sunday best, I guess we were too busy digging in our Easter baskets.   About halfway through the day, we finally remembered to capture a few shots of Owen's first Easter. 

The fact that God sent his only son to save us definitely meant a whole lot more this year when I looked into those precious eyes.  We are truly blessed.  Happy Easter!

Weekending in Western Kansas

Owen was ready for another trip to Garden City.  He's a good little traveler right now.  I made him a bottle ahead of time and he ate on the road.  We stopped to fuel up and give him a chance to stretch a bit, only to discover he had a blow-out.  Through his diaper, onesie, and pants.  How does this happen??  Since I only use gas station bathrooms for emergencies, I wasn't going to make my precious cargo use one either.  We stripped him down in the backseat, and after he was all fresh, we were back on our way.  I'm not sure what was going on with little O that night, he had soaked through his next outfit by the time we got to Grandma's.  She sure didn't care.  Grandma LOVED playing with Owen.

 Owen had fun with her too!

She got him to hold a rattle for the first time!  Loved the rattles.

Grandpa didn't miss out on any of the action.

 Easter came early for Owen.

He is enjoying his new book and toys.

He was a social butterfly over the weekend.  Friday morning we went to see Marisa.

If Owen looks smaller, it's because this picture is from when she visited us in March.  Forgetting the camera...we're still amateurs at this parenting thing.  We did get a bit better throughout the weekend.

Great Aunt Peggy

Great Aunt Janet

Nate's second parents, Tom and Dee

Tyler, Amanda, and Macy

Macy LOVED Owen.  How cute is she?

She didn't want to let him go.

We got to play Dominos and BINGO with Great Grandpa.  Nate won one banana at BINGO and then got a sympathy banana from a lady who had one three times (there is a rule that everyone can only have two prizes).  We met a lady who was soon to be 103 years old.  Amazing.  She was adorable and loved seeing a baby.  Owen was definitely a crowd-pleaser at BINGO.

On the way home, we stopped in Burdett and had a really nice visit with Nate's Grandma Reece and Uncle Les. 

Great Grandma Reece

We had a great weekend and look forward to visiting again soon.

8:00

Owen hates 8:00 PM.  I read in one of my baby books that every baby has a fussy time of day.  Well, they know what they're talking about!  He is happy and pleasant all day, but when the clock inches close to 8, he goes from sweet baby to crazy baby.  We've been experimenting, and Nate discovered that the car seat seems to soothe him.  He has to be moving, so we click his seat into the stroller and take off through the neighborhood.  The weather has been beautiful.  Owen slides right through the 8:00 hour and completely forgets about his crazy time.  Apparently he grows out of this, but until then, we'll continue enjoying our evening strolls.

Happy 1 month, Owen!

When we first brought you home, we tell people that you really liked to be held, but the more I think about it, I'm not sure how often we tried to put you down. 

 You were SO tiny, but not for long.

You liked a good swaddle, but always wanted your arms free. You move those arms like crazy.

You LOVE to snuggle with momma before we get up for the day.  Okay, I admit, I think I like this more than you do, but you don't complain.  

 

Papa hangs out with you in the morning before work and lets me get a few extra minutes of sleep.  He can't wait until you're old enough to enjoy a good bowl of cereal with him and catch up on Sports Center.  

You have fun watching your mobile.  The soccer ball seems to be your favorite.

 Owen + car seat = love...and lots of sleep

You also like a nice stroll.  We took you out for the first time at about 1 week and have been strolling all around the neighborhood ever since.  The neighbors LOVE you.

One day you had hair and the next day much of it was gone.  It's growing back again, but we aren't sure what color it is yet.  Your eyes are still blue.

Just like the weeds in your dad's lawn, you shot up overnight.  You've grown out of newborn clothes and even a few 0-3 month outfits are getting tight.  You wear a size 1 diaper.

After your bili cord finally fell off (I tried to keep it, but your father tossed it away), we gave you your first bath in the tub.  You did not like it at first, but by the end, you were enjoying yourself.

I was able to make you smile by the end of the month.  Your papa didn't believe me. 

So we had to prove it. 

You made me work for it.

You are a great baby.  You eat about every 3 hours during the day and 4-6 hours each night. 

You love the little lamb chair and the vibrations put you right to sleep when it's time for a nap.

We love you SO much and can't wait to watch you grow.