Tuesday, August 02, 2011

15 Months

I decided that after Owen turned one, I would just do updates on him about once every three months. I'm not sure that is such a good idea, because he has changed SO much in the past three months and has developed so many new skills. So this will be a long update on all of his "recent" accomplishments and behaviors as a record for myself.

Here are his stats from his 15 mo check-up:

Head: 18.5 in. (40th percentile)
Length: 31.25 in. (60th percentile)
Weight: 25 lbs. (60th percentile - up from 20 lbs and 15th percentile at a year)

Sleeping:
Owen typically sleeps for about 10-12 hours. It seems like he goes through phases where he will sleep longer and later, and then slowly creep up his wake-up time, earlier in the morning. I was loving it when he would go to bed between 7 and 7:30PM and not wake up until 7:30 or 8AM. But all good things come to an end. He goes to bed really well right now, too. I go through our nightly routine (bath, flouride, brushing teeth, story, and song) and lay him down. Sometimes he will play in his crib for up to an hour or so and then go to sleep on his own. It's fabulous. I seriously could not love it more.
Over the past three months, his naps have been all over the place. At one point he was taking one 2 hr + nap and another 1 hour nap. Those were great days. Sometimes he would take one really long one (2-3 hours) and skip his afternoon nap. Then he went back to shorter naps (45 min - gag) and would take two during the day. Now it's kind of hit or miss. He generally takes a 1 1/2 hour nap in the morning and depending on what time he wakes up, what our day is like, and what his mood is like, he may or may not take a second nap. Sometimes he desperately needs one though, and I keep at it until he goes to sleep which sometimes means he wakes up later, pushing his bedtime later. I don't really prefer this because he seems to sleep better/longer when he goes to bed earlier.

Eating:
Owen will eat pretty much anything we eat. Well...I at least let him try everything we eat. He, however, is rather picky and will either not like it at all or take 3-5 bites of it and decide he's done. Case in point...here is Owen with 5 graham crackers he took out of the package. He took 1-2 bites from each and then decided he was done.
I've been struggling with him at meals lately because he seems disinterested in baby foods, but doesn't eat very much table foods, so I worry about him getting enough to eat. I recently tried letting him feed himself. He seemed to like it ok at first and took a few bites (with my help) but now he refuses to eat food off his spoon when I turn it toward his mouth and only wants to play with the spoon and the food. This does help in distracting him though so I can feed him without him putting up a fuss. However, it often ends in messy meals with food in his hair and all over his face, arms, and hands.

I'm trying to be ok with letting him eat what he wants, when he wants. I think I have some PTSD from when he was a newborn and my milk supply was low and I was basically starving him causing his weight to be so low. Obviously, his weight isn't a concern anymore, and it seems I've been pumping him with food the past three months since he's gained five pounds. So I'm working on letting it go. It's hard, but I'm making progress.

On to all his crazy antics...

Owen gives open mouthed kisses when we ask for a kiss. It is the cutest thing ever and I love it. However, lately he's become stingy with them and will often turn his head away and refuse to give kisses. Sometimes he laughs when he does this and thinks it's a funny game to play.

He grunts when he wants more of something to eat or drink, or when you have something he wants. This has recently turned into screams/screeches when he wants something. Sigh.

On June 5th (about 13 mo) he finally started clapping. No matter how much we tried to get him to do it, he wouldn't and did it spontaneously when he was ready.

He holds the phone up to his ear/the side of his head/face. I guess he sees us talking on the phone a lot.
We had a humidifier in his room that he loved to play with and splash in the water. He would crawl toward it shaking his head "no," knowing that he shouldn't play in it and had been told "no" a number of times. He also does this when I call his name in a way that says, "Owen...you're not supposed to be doing that..." and will stop what he's doing and shake his head "no."

Whenever there is clapping on a show (like SYTYCD), he starts clapping with the audience.
For a while, during meal times, he would blow raspberries on his hand or arm. He has stopped doing that, but now he blows raspberries on my leg. It's hilarious when he goes to do it on Dada's leg because he puts his face up to his leg, gets a mouth full of hair and recoils with a disgusted look on his face. So Dada doesn't get any.

He is very expressive when he sees things he likes. He often points and says, "Ooohhh" or "oooooo!" It's darling. I love it when we are somewhere new and there is a lot to look at and it's a constant stream of oh's and oo's.When Owen was in the in between stage of walking and crawling, he would frequently "walk" around the house, upright on his knees. My Mom said that Auntie Kerry used to do that a lot too. Luckily I was able to get some video of it before he stopped doing it all together.He loves to pull things out of drawers - all of the tupperware, the pots and pans, his clothes, diapers, etc. If he can open and empty it, he will.Owen took his first steps around 13 1/2 months. Right before I left for California, he took a bunch of steps a few times in a row. I figured he'd be walking by the time we got back. But while we were there, he really showed little to no interest in walking. It wasn't until the middle of July (around 14 1/2 months) that he decided he wanted to walk. It seems like he just started one day, and took off. He hasn't gone back to crawling since. I guess now, he is officially a toddler. Kind of makes me sad. :( Although it is cute to watch him walk around with his wide-stanced gait.
He likes to pat my mouth while I make an "ah" sound so that it does the "Indian" call. He lets me pat his mouth to do the same.
He figured out how to lay flat on his tummy (often with his little bum up in the air) to look under bed, couches, etc to find and pull things out.

He can say: Thank you, uh oh, Mama, Dada.
He has learned how to climb up on low couches, tables, stools, etc and climb down backwards. He basically taught himself (which is nice...and safe). He also loves to climb up and down stairs. Sometimes he's too daring for his own good though and will want to step down off a single stair or ledge. Thankfully he hasn't tried that down a full flight of stairs.
We tried to limit his pacifier use for a while to only bedtime and naps. Then he got sick and I didn't want to take it away from him. That was a big mistake. Now he doesn't want to give it up and cries when I take it away. I forsee some pacifier weening in the future....

Owen loves drinking out of a cup and will attempt to drink out anything that resembles a cup.

At the end of a meal when we say "all done!" and do the sign for it, he claps. He has also learned how to do the signs for: all done, more, and sleep. He usually gets sad and does a whimper when we do the sign for sleep.

It seems like when he's eating, if ever his hands get dirty, he automatically sticks them on his head and gets his hair all dirty and messy.


He's very good at helping to get undressed and will try to pull his shirt off from over his head.
He is such a boy. Whenever he races cars around on the floor, or walks down the hall with his "walker" he makes growling noises. I promise we didn't teach him that. I guess it's just innate in these little guys.Often, when I go in to check on him at night before I go to bed, I walk in to find that he has thrown out all of his stuffed animals from the crib, and is usually laying down totally opposite of how I put him in the crib. He must just have a party in there before falling asleep! :) Obviously this is not one of the times he threw out his animals:

Owen's personality is coming out more and more and I LOVE it! He is a total tease and has such a sense of humor. He loves to play games with you. For example, he'll run away when you say, "I'm gonna get you!" and throw himself on the love sac or run to his room into the chair. He'll always look back to make sure you followed. He also loves to turn or run away from me when I'm trying to dress him. I'll say, "Hey! Get back here!" and he just runs off, laughing the whole way. He also thinks it's hilarious to turn away from kisses. And he loves to play peek-a-boo either by hiding himself under a blanket or hiding me. He also likes to pretend like he's going to throw something at you and not let go. He thinks it's hilarious to fake you out. Those are only some of the things he does. All day long, I am seeing his goofy little side come out. Just this morning, he woke up early (4:15 AM) and I went it to hug and rock him and lay him back down. While I was holding him, I had to sneeze. I tried to hold it in, but my body still shook with each sneeze. On the third sneeze, he started giggling. He's such a goon. I love him to pieces!

Friday, July 29, 2011

Hygiene and Cleanliness

One morning when I was getting ready and brushing my teeth while holding Owen, he kept reaching for my toothbrush. He was enthralled by the back and forth motion going on in my mouth. So I pulled it out and gave his teeth a swipe with my toothbrush. (Sorry if anyone thinks that is gross. I'm way over sharing spit/drool/slobber with my son). He seemed content and moved on. The next day, when he saw me brushing my teeth, he started yelling at me and pulled out his pacifier. I again swiped his teeth and he was happy. Now, anytime he sees me brushing my teeth, he starts yelling at me to brush his and will spit out his pacifier if it's in his mouth. I've found this can even bring him out of a bad mood when he's in a funk. Go figure.

Owen has also discovered the Swiffer. Whenever I bring it out to sweep or mop, he follows me everywhere I go like a little puppy dog and tries to grab the handle. When I'm done, I put a fresh cloth on the bottom and let him use it. He LOVES pushing it around the house, and lucky for me, he picks up some dirt along the way. :) Unfortunately, when it's time to put it away, he gets
very upset and will often cry. So I usually give it back. Who am I to deny my child from cleaning?Owen also loves the dryer. He loves to throw things inside, pull them out, shut the door, and especially...to climb inside of the dryer.
One day, he woke up super grumpy from a nap. I mean, inconsolable grumpy. Nothing would make him happy...until I put him in the washing machine.
But then he started getting upset because he was stuck, so I took him out. Then he kept crying until I put him back in. He was happy for a bit, until he tried to move again and realized he was stuck and started to fuss. Then I took him out again and he cried. We did this about three times, until I decided we were done with that "game."

But hey, at least my kid likes all things having to do with hygiene and cleanliness...well, except having his diaper changed. We'll have to work on that one.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Buh-buh

Owen is obsessed with balls. He loves them so much and will immediately point and say "oooooooooo" whenever he sees one - or anything that closely resembles a ball (fruit, eggs, balloons, dots, pretty much anything round). When I first took him out to the pool this summer, he was oohing and ahhing over all the balls that people would bring. I realized I should have brought one to the pool as well. So the next time I brought his small beach ball. But he seemed to prefer all the big, bright, colorful balls other people had. So, like any good mother (who gets her child whatever he wants) I went to the store to find a big, bright ball. I let him pick out which one he wanted (determined by the extra oohs it received) and we took it home. He wanted to hold it the whole way home. It was ginormous, taking over his entire body and car seat. And anytime it would fall to the side, he would freak out. Therefore I was left to do some crazy acrobatics and stretching to get the ball from the sides in the back and onto his lap. I decided it was either the best or worst purchase I had ever made for him.

The next time I took him to the pool, I was certain that he would be so thrilled to have his big, bright, blue, ball with him. But no. After all of 2 minutes, he ignores it and starts pointing to the other balls in the pool - big, small, bright, dull, whatever. Anything but the one he has. Sigh. I lose.

More recently, Owen has been using the term "buh-buh" for ball. It's really cute to see him point and say, "buh-buh!" Sometimes it takes me a minute to find the "ball" (or ball looking item) that he sees. But the BEST was when we were all laying in bed together in the morning. He lifted up Daddy's shirt, pat his belly and said, "buh-buh!" Miles and I died laughing...maybe me more than him. ;)
My little Atlas:
He also has a really great overhand throw and loves to throw with anyone who will play with him.
And, just to prove his obsession, he looked up while I was typing this, saw the pictures with the balls and said, "buh-buh!" He is now in the other room, throwing his buh-buhs and yelling "buh-buh" at the top of his lungs. He is such a boy. And I love every minute of it. Time for me to go throw the buh-buhs with my baby. :)

Monday, July 18, 2011

STDs

Did I get your attention? Well...it's not really as exciting as it sounds. RCC (Reproductive Care Center) requires each patient (husband and wife) to get STD testing done before they begin the IVF cycle. The reason is in case you have embryos to freeze. They want to make sure there is no concern for contamination due to STDs in having them frozen with other embryos. It's really annoying. I did this testing two years ago, but they require it every year. We had the choice to opt out of it, but then we would have to find somewhere else to have our embryos frozen and it would cost more. Last time we didn't have any to freeze, but you never know, so I don't really want to take a chance on it. It's just so frustrating because it's not like anything has changed in the last two years and I still have the same husband/partner. Grrr. So I bit the bullet and did the blood work. I just got the bill in the mail. For them to tell me what I already knew (that I don't have any STDs, in case you were worried)...it cost over $500. So lame. Oh, and that's just for me. Miles still needs to go in. Sigh. Oh well...it will be worth it in the end if I get to hold another sweet baby in my arms.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Trash Digger

For the past month or so, Owen has become our little trash digger. He loves getting into any and all trashes. In the bathrooms, the bedrooms, and especially the kitchen. However, a couple days ago he took it to the next level. I was in the other room and heard a noise in the kitchen. I went to investigate and found Owen had taken the lid off the kitchen trash and obviously had something in his mouth. I did a quick sweep to find the remains of his quesadilla that he refused to eat for lunch and I had thrown away. Apparently it tastes better from the trash.

Friday, July 15, 2011

HP 7.2

Harry Potter has been a big part of my life. I started reading the books in 2001. I wasn't too sure about them, but decided to give them a try after a good friend of mine suggested it. I enjoyed the first book, but wasn't completely sold on them. The second was good and got me more invested. But it was the third book that really hooked me. I would probably say that is still my favorite book. The fourth book was also out at this time, but then I had to wait for books five, six, and seven. I bought each of them the day they came out, either going to a store first thing in the morning, or having it pre-ordered to arrive at my home. And before each new release, I reread the series through the latest book. I was pretty much obsessed by that point. I loved them all. I loved going on the journey with Harry as he got older and as the books became more mature along with him. I laugh and cried with the characters. I felt connected to them and knew that they would fondly remain in my heart (and on my bookshelf) forever.

I was of course ecstatic when they decided to make them into movies. However, it was hard to watch them. I was disappointed at how so much was left out of each movie - and often parts that I felt were paramount to the storyline. I was especially disheartened when they butchered the third movie, which is my favorite book. And although they didn't live up to my expectations or what I envisioned as I had read each book, I decided to stick with them.

The fourth movie came out in November 2005. Miles and I were casually dating at the time. He mentioned that he had an extra ticket to the midnight showing of the movie. I told him how much I would LOVE to go, and hoped that since we were dating (aka making out) that he would of course choose me. I was wrong. He ended up taking this freshman girl that was in his brother's ward and whom Mitchell had suggested he go out with. I was totally heartbroken and furious. Miles always jokes that he's never been able to live that down and I'll always hold it against him.

This year, he decided to make it up to me. On his birthday, he told me that he had a present for me too. He showed me a screen shot of the confirmation showing he had bought two tickets to the midnight showing of the final Harry Potter movie, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2. I didn't know how to react. He said, "I thought you'd be really happy about this." I said, "Who's getting up with Owen the next day?" Suddenly, being a mom and the prospect of losing my much needed sleep outweighed any excitement of going to the movie opening night. I was also worried about who would stay at our place to be with Owen at such a late hour. Marci already had plans to go to a midnight showing as well. Miles told me to call Bridget to see if she would let Owen sleep at her house while we were at the movie. Bridget was incredibly nice and said that would be fine with her. She also said we could leave him there overnight and come get him in the morning. I decided this was the best plan of action, as I didn't want to wake him up between 3 and 4 am and have him decide he'd had enough sleep and was awake for the day. However, even with arrangements made for Owen, I was feeling nervous about how tired I would be the next day. I'm not the young, spring chicken I once was. After thinking it over, I decided that I couldn't let this opportunity pass me by since it was the final Harry Potter movie, and the end of an era.

I went to Bridget's around 7 PM to drop Owen off and put him to bed. I made sure he was asleep and down for the night and came home. Around 11 PM, Miles and I headed to the theater in Sandy. Miles bought the tickets for Jordan Commons since they have assigned seating and that way we wouldn't have to worry about getting there early to get good seats. Despite all the initial screaming and incredibly hyper fanatics, everyone seemed to quiet and calm down once the movie started. It was FABULOUS. I was not disappointed in the least. Alan Rickman was superb and Helena Bonham Carter was flawless. And of course I cried. I have to say, the hardest part for me, was when they do a flashback to when Harry's parents are killed. They show Harry as a baby, crying in the crib while his Mom is lying dead on the floor. It broke my heart. He looked to be about the same age as Owen. And all I could picture was Owen's sweet face, crying helplessly. We all know from my previous post, Morbid Thoughts, that I tend to think in terms of worst-case scenarios. So of course it hasn't gone past me to think about what if I die and leave Owen behind. And yes, I know that Voldemort isn't going to come and kill me and Miles and leave Owen behind with his own little lightening shaped scar on his forehead. Anyway...it just got to me. But it was an incredible movie and a great end to a journey that began for me 10 years ago.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

New Floors


Ever since we moved into our condo, we have been dreaming of having new flooring. The linoleum in the kitchen was cracked and peeling up, the carpet was stained, and frayed in transition places, and the blocks by the front door came up easily. This was demonstrated by Owen (among other children and sweaty feet) on numerous occasions...


After a long long wait, we finally decided to move forward with doing our floors. We got some bids, but decided it was just too expensive and that if Miles did it himself, it could be done so much cheaper. Costco was having a sale on laminate flooring, so we decided to jump on it. We bought all the laminate for our place and Miles loaded it into our dining room area. (I know, not the most convenient.) This was especially true since it ended up sitting there for about four months. Yeah...we were a little slow to get going. But in all fairness, Miles was going through a transition at work and was swamped with work deadlines and business trips, and it just didn't work out with our timing for a while.

After some discussion, we decided it would be much better if Owen and I were not around for the remodel. With the house torn up and in disarray, it would be pretty hard to keep Owen contained, safe, and happy. Finally Miles told me to just book a trip to CA so he could get it done. So I went out to CA for 12 days while Miles worked his tail off in the evenings after work, on the weekends, and on his holiday for the 4th of July. I should also mention that he worked for a week without air conditioning and was sweating it out in 90 degree weather. Poor guy! :( Luckily we got a new A/C half-way through the remodel so he could work in cooler conditions. However, after doing all the demo and laying the floor in the front room, Miles was pretty beat. He was exhausted and had hurt his wrist and finger in the process. He called and told me he was worried about wether or not he'd be able to get it done by the time I was returning. He asked if he could call Curt Smith (a friend from our old ward) and get a quote from him to see how much it would cost to have him finish it out.

He got the quote on Monday, the 4th, and we decided it was worth it to have it done professionally and that way Miles could use his time more effectively for his side jobs. Curt was able to do most of the work on Tuesday and Thursday during the week and finished installing the baseboards on Saturday, the day before I came home. Miles stated that Curt did a much better and faster job than he would have been able to do himself. While I was away, and would talk to Miles on Skype or FaceTime, he wouldn't let me see any of the work that was complete. So I was very anxious to get back and see my newly remodled home. 

All I can say, is I was not disappointed. The floors look amazing. Everything looks so clean and fresh. It makes it feel bigger and more spacious. I love, love, love them! Now I am anxious to get our bathroom floor tiled, the shower retiled and the bedroom carpets replaced. Then it will feel complete.

Here are some before, demo, and after pictures. Miles really only took before pictures of the front room...which is sad, because our kitchen was the nastiest of them all.


You can see part of the nasty linoleum in this shot:

In this picture of Owen, you can see more of the gross linoleum as well as some of the cracks that were in the floor. Even Owen was grumpy about the floor:
 
And here are the finished floors:
We've been talking about buying a different/bigger home. And while I would of course still love to do that, I am feeling a lot happier living in our current place. It just makes it feel so much nicer. I've noticed that Miles has also taken a greater interest in caring for our home. He has swept and mopped more than once since I have gotten home. When you have something nice, it makes you want to take care of it. Owen seems to be adjusting to the hard floors just fine. However, we have to keep a closer eye on him to prevent lots of banging on the floors. We're hoping to get some rugs to help alleviate some of that concern. For now, I am just enjoying the new look to my home.

On top of all that, when I got home, I saw these beautiful flowers Miles had bought for me. What a good husband!