Crawling

Phew--I am back.

I drove my niece Sophie and Hal to dance class tonight. My sister-in-law and I have been taking turns driving the girls to and from dance. Hal peed in her booster seat; just as we left the parking lot across from the dance studio. Five-year-olds are funny, especially girls--they are just too dramatic. Hal said that is was my fault that she had an accident, because I was talking too much. Sophie told Hal that it is okay to have accidents, but Hal was not allowed in her house, because her mom and dad probably don't want pee all over their house ( which is true, who would want pee all over their house?).

Owen turned 18- months- old this month. He is still crawling. He is a master crawler---I mean he is really REALLY good at crawling---so much so, I don't see walking in the near future. Crawling is fine with me, it is Keyton who is starting to worry. Keyton told me the other day, that it will look funny when Owen is in the second grade and crawling with his back pack on. Owen is my little miracle. I don't for a second wish time would go faster with him. I even still give Owen a bottle at night. I love the fact that Owen sucks his thumb and plays with his hair. When ever O gets tired or frustrated his thumb goes straight into his little mouth and his hand flies up to his head and he gently rubs his head. For some reason when Owen is eating, he really likes to suck his thumb in between bites, while rubbing his hair. He gets a tremendous amount of food in his hair, though. The other day at Spring Lake Park, there was a swarm of bees buzzing around Owen's head, as he had previously smashed banana on his head during snack. We had to leave the park---we had to run from the park. Every thing that Owen does is a miracle. I often remember the night the doctor came into my hospital room (the night O was born) and told me that Owen might not make it through the night. I think about that scary moment every single day of my life. So, if Owen wants to crawl forever and rub food into his pretty hair everyday for the rest of his life...then so be it.

FYI--I forgot to order my juicer. I don't however feel as blah today.