After surviving the trip to and from my parents' house in Minnesota, our family remains happy and healthy for the most part. Rhianna has graduated from speaking a limited vocabulary one word at a time to putting two words together much of the time and using a vocabulary that seems to be growing daily. Owen is sitting on his own, grasping toys, standing (with help), eating baby food, barfing... oh wait, that's not a new skill. Anyhow, they both seem to be doing just great. Suddenly Owen is starting to become a potential person instead of a perpetual blob.
I haven't been as surprised at the gross baby stuff with Owen as I was with Rhianna. After all, scary baby penis or not, diaper rash, pretty much looks the same and formula/baby food spit up smells just as bad the second time around. Tonight, however, Owen came up with something new. A nipple zit. Technically, it's probably an ingrown hair, but seriously. First of all, he barely has hair on his head so it's not really necessary that he start sprouting excess man-fuzz on alternate body parts. If I find ear fuzz, I'm calling the doctor. Second, it's right near the nipple and is a little red and puffy so it makes it look like he has a pre-adolecent boobie-bud. I try not to endorse gender roles but I did find myself a little embarrassed about my son's baby boobie.
In other news, the big move is next week. We close on Tuesday on our new house (with a yard, Yay!!!) and will start carting stuff over there during the week and plan to officially move in on Saturday. It hasn't sunk in at all that we will soon be living in a new house. I'm sure it will feel like "ours" as soon as at least three of our family members have barfed in it. My bets are on Owen, Caesar, then Rhianna.
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CONGRATULATIONS! I'm jealous. I want a yard.
Jeezzzus! Did you have *ANOTHER* kid when we weren't looking?
Kidding. Congrats on the new house. Even though it's totally freaking me out that you're becoming all domesticated and shit. :-)
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