Boy Meets Dog

One morning, Owen and I were sitting at the computer, when Zoey decided she wanted to join the party.  So she hopped up onto my lap and settled in right next to the little man (sometimes she is a little starved for attention).  Owen took notice and the following interaction ensued.

This may be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.



Silly Boy

Owen makes me laugh every day.  He is already such a little goofball.  The other day, Zoey was doing something naughty, and I called her a douche bag dog.  After about half a second of silence, Owen just lets out this one syllable chuckle.  Sam and I were cracking up! It was like he knew that she was getting in trouble and wanted to rub it in! On a side note, I should probably stop saying "douche bag" because otherwise it might be Owen's first word.

He has started rolling over a lot.  He first rolled over tummy to back when he was 3 weeks old, but then it was like he didn't want to show off and he wouldn't do it anymore.  Well in the past couple days, he has started rolling a lot from back to tummy.  The other day I was changing his diaper and this happened:
And of course, my phone was in the other room, so I ran off to go get it and take a picture of his naked bum, because apparently I'm that kind of mom.  Also, look at his rolls! He's still on the small side for his age, but he has rolls! YAY!

Just this morning, I put him down under his toy so I could get myself some breakfast.  When I came back to check on him, this is where he was.

Notice that he has scooted, rolled and maneuvered himself so he is out from underneath it, turned the wrong way, and on his belly! I have a feeling he will be crawling all too soon.  Looks like it is time to baby-proof some stuff!




I know what you're thinking, but no, "mommyhood" isn't a place in the ghetto where all the cool moms hang out.

How do I explain what it's been like for me so far? Now that Owen is 4 months old (!), I have finally settled into a little routine (which I am not sticking to this morning so I can write a blog post) and things are going pretty smoothly.  We wake up, Owen eats, then I eat, then I take a shower and he plays with his toy.
He's pretty dang awesome.  We went to the doctor the other day for his four month check up.  Note to mommy: don't schedule appointments during nap time - Owen will not be happy with you or the doc.  He cried every time I laid him down on the table, and the entire time the doc was checking him out.  He also had to get some vaccinations, which made him cry even more.  It was a rough visit.  He was fast asleep before the 10 minute car ride home was over.  He now weighs 13 lbs 6 oz.  He is on the growth curve! He is still so tiny compared to all the other four monthers out there, but he is getting bigger finally.
This is what Owen thought of the worst dr. appointment of his life.  Poor little man :(
I just love this little guy so much.  He makes me laugh every day.  I wish we wouldn't have waited so long to have him! 

I can't believe he is already 4 months old.  He's so flippin' adorable!
I'm just gonna shut up now and let the pictures speak for themselves.



Special Delivery

Note:  I started this post about 2 weeks ago... and I really didn't add too much to it, so I'm not really sure why I didn't publish it then. 

Guess who couldn't wait to join the Simons family party?  
Owen Blaine Simons
On Jan 9 at about 1:45 am I thought I was wetting the bed.  I got up and before I made it to the potty, my water was breaking all over the place.  I was FREAKING OUT.  I wasn't ready to have a baby.  The nursery wasn't (still isn't) done, we didn't have a car seat, I hadn't packed the perfect hospital bag, and I was only 36 weeks and 1 day pregnant! So I cleaned up the mess I had made and went downstairs to check the paper of labor signs and what to do that my doctor had just given me at my last appointment.  I read through the part about water breaking, and for some reason decided to go back upstairs and try to go back to sleep.  I went to get into bed, realized that it was kind of wet, and decided to wake up Sam.  Lucky for me he was off work and I wasn't at home alone.  I told him my water had broke and he jumped out of bed and started running around getting ready to leave, while I said, "I'm not ready to go, I don't want to go!"  I just want to clarify how much I was freaking out right then.  I was NOT ready to have a baby.  I was afraid that we would get to the hospital and they would tell me I wasn't really in labor and send me home. I didn't want to go.  Sam told me to call my parents - I didn't want to because they would probably tell me to go to the hospital and I didn't want to go.  I decided to call my mom's phone because I figured she was less likely to answer her phone at 2 am.  I was wrong.  She answered, and after telling her my water broke, I started to cry and told her I wasn't ready.  Then more fluid came out and I cried even more.  I think she might have laughed at me, but I can't say for sure because that whole night is kinda blurry.  Sam (who had been running around like a mad man looking for his keys and wallet) was ready to go and I was still in wet clothes.  So I put on some dry clothes, threw some stuff in the diaper bag, grabbed a towel to sit on, and we went to the hospital.  It's usually about a 40 minute drive and I think we got there in less than 20.  I told Sam we didn't have to go so fast (I was barely even feeling contractions), but he didn't slow down very much.  We got to the hospital, checked in, hung out in triage for about an hour got stuck in the arm 3 times for my IV (I still have one of the bruises), then got sent to a room to play the waiting game.  The first nurse we had was kind of a weirdo. She also had all the sensors on me so tight I'm surprised I could even breathe because for some reason they weren't recording my contractions.  But luckily, shift change rolled around and we got a really awesome nurse.  One of the nurses said I would probably have a baby before noon that day - which is apparently a quick labor (but it didn't seem very quick to me).  I got an epidural around 9 and then I was happy.  I think I pushed for less than an hour, then he was here at 11:22 am.  I was crying, Sam was crying, Owen was crying.  We were a family.  I couldn't believe that I grew that little guy!  The stretched tendons that made moving painful, not being able to sleep on my stomach, peeing all the time, having ankles the size of Texas - that stuff was no big deal.  Even all the stuff that happens to your body after you give birth and no one tells you about doesn't matter.  I had my baby, and he was perfect.  6 lbs 1 oz 18.5 in long.  I never thought I'd have a small baby - but I guess delivering 4 weeks early will give you a small baby even if you and your husband were both 9 lbs when you were born!  
Owen and I stayed in the hospital for 2 days because he was technically pre-term and still having some problems with eating.  I was nice and let Sam go home both nights since the couch-bed was horrible.  

I always said I'd never be one of those women who had pictures of herself looking like crap with her new baby, but every time I look at these pictures I remember how I felt when I held him for the first time and that makes me not care how I look.  I'm glad the awesome nurse took them for us.  

Daddy holding Owen for the first time.

Taking a nap with Papa.

Happy dreams.
Our first family picture... Okay, it was really like the third, but this is the best one we have.  I was just ready to go home after being in the hospital for more than 48 hours.

Ready to go home!
Zoey thinks she is picked on now because she isn't the center of attention anymore.  

He loves the binky.
We love our little man!