Fluffy Hair Day

Owen's hair is looking Mad Scientist-ish lately. No matter how hard I try to keep it tamed, it sticks up all over and fuzzes out to the maximum. I, too, share in his bad-hair-days misery. I've developed a network of crazy "baby bangs" that won't stay down, and now I'm beginning to think I look like Blossom. 

The thirty-year-old Blossom. 

At least Owen still looks stinkin' adorable with his wild hair. Now that it's growing out and getting thicker, I think his looks are starting to resemble mine as a baby:

That's my great-grandma, Hazel, also sportin' an untamed hair-do on her head and upper lip. I hope she doesn't hate me for saying that!

See the resemblance?

Since the family (meaning Mom and a few sisters) keep begging me to see more pictures of Owen (even though he doesn't really change from a few days ago til now), here is another montage of pictures of my smiley, happy boy! 

(Honestly, I'm happy to show off more and more pics of Owen. I think he's the sweetest, cutest guy.)

First, the untamed hair pics:

And more smiley pics:

To all of my family and friends who love me and miss me,

I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU, TOO! XOXO

Love, Owen


Kt

I'm Too Sexy For My Shirt

I was seriously debating the title for this post because I don't think babies should be called "sexy", especially not by their Mom! But the whole time I was taking pictures of *almost* naked Owen a few days ago, I couldn't help but sing "I'm too sexy" in the background. 

Pink, chubby and perfect...just like Piglet.

Love his fluffy blonde hair and cute little body. Owen is almost 7 months old and still only weighs about 17 lbs. 

Ladies, eat your heart out. 

 

Ma, seriously, stop taking pictures of me! ( I love his chunky thighs in this one). 

Well, while Owen is looking so dang cute with his leg and belly rolls, I am working on my own leg and belly rolls. Rather than actually use the Bowflex, treadmill and exercise bike here at the house, I wisely spend my time looking up recipes online instead...cookie recipes, specifically. I promised my brother in law, Jacob, that I would make him some delicious cookies tonight...and with these Rolo cookies, I delivered like a mailman. 

I'm too sexy for this blog. 

Kt

The Many Faces of Owen

Owen has developed a knack for making some crazy faces lately, and anyone who knows how I used to smile as a little girl (aka Ugly Cat Smile- who came up with that name for it anyways? Was that Ashley Smith?), knows that Owen is making his Ma proud. Here's some crazy faces mixed in with a montage of adorable pics. 

Owen dressed up in his cute new red bow tie on Christmas Day 2011

All wrinkled and puckered up trying to figure out how to get that camera in his mouth

Stink eye mania!

Trying out Uncle Jacob's beanie before attempting to blow bubbles and freeze them in -30 temps. Only in Canada!

He apparently has picked up on the Reynolds' one eye wink pose. 

Loves flying through the air with Daddy!

Was playing with him in bed one morning and snapped a picture in the dark. When I pressed the play button, I laughed out loud seeing this result. Rise and shine!

Uh-oh. She caught me eating my fingers again. 

Oh, and just in case you're wondering what this ugly cat smile is all about, here ya go. You're welcome. 

Emilynn and Tiff, it looks good on ya'll! :)

Kt

History of Owen: Birth

Owen,

I've been wanting to be a better Mom and start keeping track of your life a bit better so you can look back at this years from now and see how flippin cute and amazing you were! So, little by little, I'm gonna try and highlight some of the great memories of your first few months in the world!

Dad and I were so excited when we found out you were coming into our lives! You will see a *slight* change in the roundness and swelling of my face from this picture to the next. :)

I'm not gonna scare you by getting all detailed with the story of your birth, but let's suffice it to say that it wasn't a piece of cake. From the time I got to the hospital,  I went from looking like this

to looking like this about 18 hours later...

And then about 8 hours after that, I welcomed you into the world with this face...

It's no wonder you were crying. 

The doctor had to use a vacuum to pull you out because you had the cord wrapped around both of your legs and one of your arms. You had bruises on both sides of your groin which kinda made it look like you had tight underwear marks. But even though you were all beaten up, you were such a sweet little angel when you arrived- you made soft little whimpering sounds that sounded like you were singing (even the nurses said you already had such a cute singing voice). And, thanks to the vacuum, you had a huge cone head! 

It's amazing how different you look from then til now. 

 Fuzzy, light blonde hair and smooch-able cheeks

You were born at 11:01 pm on June 30, 2011. 7 lbs 9 oz, 20 1/2 inches long. I really wanted you to share a July birthday with me, but you were just an hour too soon. Almost a Canada Day baby as well!

You were perfect then and you are even more wonderful and perfect now. We really love you, Owen. Thanks for coming to us! We're so lucky.  

Smile for the Camera!

Lately, Owen has been demonstrating that he is just like his Ma and loves to look at himself. Whenever he sees the orange flashing light of the camera, he starts to get a cute smirk and prep his face for a big "cheese". After I finish taking pictures of him, he'll sit for several minutes and stare at the pictures as I click through them on the camera. Hey, when you're as cute as he is, can you blame him? :) The other day I caught a few snapshots of Owen growing increasingly excited as I snapped shot after shot and wanted to share them. I love my happy boy! 

Ha ha, that last one really cracks me up. 

Kt

Blog Title

Explanation for the title of this blog:

Anyone who knows me knows that I tend to say and do things that are little weird, quirky, "outside the box" or whatever terms you want to use to describe a "unique" character. I always have been and always will be the kind of person who says things without thinking, usually only to the embarrassment of myself, and this title, "Gonna need a diaper", is a great example of one of those occasions.

When Daniel and I were first married, I started a new job in Idaho Falls and was invited by several ladies at the office to join them for lunch.  This was the conversation:

Me: "Na, I can't come, but where are you guys going?"
Ladies: "Oh, just Gringo's, some Mexican restaurant."
Me: "Oh ya, I've been there before! You're gonna need a diaper after you leave, if ya know what I mean (wink wink)!"
Ladies: (awkwardly) "Ha ha, ya, we'll do that (avoiding eye contact and walking out the door)...ok..bye."

Did I just confess to a group of new coworkers that I either:
A. Pooped my pants after eating at this place!
B. Have the bowel control of an infant!
C. Have absolutely no understanding of social norms and what is appropriate to share to complete strangers!

Answer: It doesn't matter. They were now thinking "all of the above".

I also once was at a party where a black guy was passing around cookies for everyone. He asked me if I wanted a cookie. I stared at the cookies, I stared back at him, and then blurted out, "Black," with no other words to follow. And then I walked away out of extreme embarrassment. He probably thought I was another racist Idahoan.

So, "Gonna need a diaper" accurately illustrates my lack of ability to hold my tongue and to say things that socially make sense within a conversation with other humans.

Another meaning for the title- I have a baby boy, Owen, and plan to have more kids sometime in the future. Life with a child and a hub is exciting, crazy, and sometimes messy. To deal with it all, sometimes you're just "gonna need a diaper". Hope you enjoy what I have to share about my life.


Kt