Drool-a-palooza.

I like to call Owen by his new nickname: Drooly McSlobberpuss. The kid goes through 3 bibs/shirts a day! Just like his Mommy. Kidding.
Sorta.
Owen is cute and all, but there's no amount of Photoshop magic that can fix a jumbo saliva puddle on his onesie. Oh well, just telling it like it is.
Hey, side question: does anyone have any friends in India?

Anybody seen a sock?

More bounce.

We've blogged about O and his Jumperoo already, but I caught these pics of him and had to share. The blurry ones are the best.

Tongue trick.

Owen has a new trick where he likes to stick out his tongue. Not in a rebellious kind of way, but more of a Michael Jordan-in-mid-air way. Pretty cute.

What's outside?

It's been getting warmer here and the snow is quickly melting. Whew, finally huh! I was sitting with Owen on my lap over the weekend and we were being spectators of everything passing by: joggers, bicyclers, dog walkers, you name it. He loves every minute of it. So I just took out my iPhone and started snapping photos at random. Turned out pretty cool for not really framing up the shots (and for having a squirmy Owen in my arms).

Molly moo cow.

Because our trip to the Webers was too much fun to contain in a single post, we're sharing more goodness (?) with you all today. That night, Benjamin introduced Owen to this Fisher-Price toy from the 1970s called Molly Moo Cow. When you blow in the straw/tube, the cow moos really loud. Owen loves when you make funny noises, so he got a big kick out of ol' Molly. Owen + Molly = inseparable. He definitely enjoyed playing with MM Cow more than the doo rag (and absolutely more than the puffy pink unicorn). So needless to say, Dad is scouring ebay for a MM Cow. If anyone has one in their old toy box, I'll pay top dollar for it -- whatever that would be these days. Is it just me, or did Fisher-Price create the coolest toys ever back in the day?


Oh yeah, and we put Nick's Justin Timberlake fedora on Owen. Looks like Paddington Bear, doesn't he?

Unicorns and doo rags.

I have to say, if we're ever running low on inspiration for the blog, we just cruise over to the Weber house on the spur of the moment. You might recall pirate night. Or perhaps the infamous bling post. Well, O's dress-up nights continued with last Saturday's festivities. It all started the moment we walked in the door. Mr. Benjamin was sooo excited and couldn't WAIT to give Owen a gift. After taking our coats off and heading to the living room, Ben presented big boy with a mysterious red box. Oh, and for added comedy, the ribbon holding the box together was Nick's sweaty headband. Classy. In what is probably the most fitting gift ever to Owen from the Webers, it was a spandex doo rag! Total gangsta. Awesome.
Reminds me of that time we went to Cancun with my parents and my Dad wore a doo rag supposedly "to keep his head from burning." Yeah, uh huh.



Oh, and if that wasn't enough excitement for one night... Stella and Ben saddled up on a giant stuffed unicorn with Owen. (Check out the look on Owen's face. Not a huge fan.)

Block party.

In the mornings while Katie and I are primping for work (mostly her), we let O-Max play on our bed. The other morning his toy of choice was wooden blocks. He sits up for a while, then just gives in to his nemesis gravity, falling over onto the cushy bed. He laughs, then lets out a big sigh. Our little Weeble-Wobble.
(Psst. Check out Owen's rad shirt.)

Jumpy, jumpy. Bouncy, bouncy.

The last video was a big hit, so I thought I'd post some more.

Owen and Friends.

Hope everyone had a good weekend. We have mucho to post, but for today we wanted to share a grab bag of photos. Big Boy in action. As opposed to Big Boy, inaction.

Piano man.

For Christmas, Trav's Mom got Owen this cute little toy piano. He likes to bang on it, lift it in the air, then gnaw on it. You know, typical piano stuff. Maybe someday O will grow up to be a famous rock star, making wads of cash to support his prune-faced parents as they live on a private island in some hard-to-pronounce land where people fan us with palm leaves. Keep practicing O!

Brobee vs. Owen.

We recently blogged about O-Rob's newest sidekick, Brobee. Well, we should share the latest happs with our loyal blog followers... Owen and Brobee got into a brawl of epic proportions last weekend. As you can see, it all started with Brobee brazenly shoving his fist up Owen's mouth. Not a wise move. O-Robs didn't like that one bit. He counter-attacked his striped friend with a head-over-heels flipsy doodle. Then stymied him with a crazy shaking move like something out of Mommy Dearest. Finally, O-Robs finished the monster off with a bite to the horns- all three of 'em.
But like all best buds, they ended up being friends again about 41 seconds later. No harm done, except for the pair of slobber-drenched arms on Brobee. (We had to hang Brobee upside down to dry. Pretty funny to see.)

Bottoms up.

When taking photos of Owen, I've been trying to remind myself to capture the simple, seemingly-mundane, everyday moments. Things he does all the time which are so much a part of our daily routine. Things Katie and I might forget decades from now. This moment, when Owen is holding his bottle, may seem like such an insignificant, ho-hum event on the surface. But for me, it's that tiny first step of him saying: "Look at me guys, I'm being independent." Pretty cool.