Monday, August 20, 2007

Owen the hooligan

We've been kind of football (soccer) crazy around here lately. Last weekend we went to see David Beckham (not) play against the New England Revolution. We got all dressed up, especially Owen who wore his personalized "Owen" England jersey. Olé!

Thursday, August 16, 2007

A Dinosaur Hunt in 3 Acts, by Owen

Act 1. Oh no! There's a dinosaur in my room. Aren't you going to stop it from viciously attacking me?



Act 2. Hmm... it seems like a friendly dinosaur. Maybe I will pet it.



Act 3. Yummy, dinosaurs taste good!

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Grandchildren on your knee...

With two of Owen's grandparents turning 64 this summer, we just can't seem to get that darn song out of our heads. So, in honor of Grandpa's birthday and Nana's recent visit, we post some photos of him... on his grandparents' knees.



Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Hungry, hungry hippo

Owen has started "eating" "solid" food. It's quite an ordeal for all involved. We mix some rice cereal or oatmeal with milk, put him in his bumbo chair (a chair that helps babies sit before they can do it alone) wearing a bib and as little else as possible, and then try to get some of the food in his mouth. For the first several attempts he refused to cooperate, taking the opportunity to close his lips - tight - and blow bubbles. Then, about halfway through the fifth or sixth session, he suddenly "got it" and started opening his mouth wide for each bite and fussing if they didn't come fast enough (which for him was continuously). Now he tries to help, which means that in order to get any food at all to its designated target we have to hold down his arms for each bite. We tried giving him a spoon to hold, but he keeps gagging himself with it.

A few interesting traits have emerged along with this developmental milestone. The first is that we think he is right handed - he almost always uses his right hand to grab the spoon and gag himself, no matter how we present it to him. The other is that he has been showing huge interest in whatever we eat, and especially, drink. I used to almost always drink a glass of water while nursing him (I swear there's something hormonal about it that makes you thirsty) but now I can't, because he gets so jealous.

Friday, August 3, 2007

The Orglet has launched!

When we first found out I was pregnant, we called the baby-to-be "baby Orgey", a clever take on our two last names (don't you think?) But then the friend and faithful bloglet reader known as bowleserised coined the term "Orglet" and we adopted it instantly. A few weeks ago we hosted a welcome party for Owen and called it (what else?) an "Orglet launch" party. Highlights included a beautiful toast from Owen's godparents, Robin and Alan, a dinosaur cake, and a ceremonial event we borrowed from the film "The Namesake". We presented Owen with a tray of objects representing various potential careers, from policeman to political activist, cellular neuroscientist to systems neuroscientist, chess player to gambler... you get the idea. And alas, he chose...

... the BNC cable! (Representing systems neuroscience.) Perhaps not a surprise. But, at least we tried - no one can say we didn't give him a choice!

It was quite a party. Just ask Owen and Meredith: