month 10

dear owen,
this past month you have grown so much. you are almost walking, and all you ever want to do is push your box. there are a TON of toys now neglected in the corner... cause all you want is your box.

you push it all over the house.... it's your mode of transportation. and it is the cutest thing ever. just today you learned how to turn the box around and "drive" it. in the past, wherever you would push it, there you would end up, stuck, against the wall, against the door, against the steps. and you would cry. but now, now you can turn. how long will it be till you actually walk?
everything still goes in your mouth. it's so great to know that you are really into being hygenic and clean.... especially at the park, where i'm sure a million kids have slobbered on those red balls.

but hey... you dont mind at all... whether its books or a table or your hand, for some reason you like the taste.

i love staring at you. its so amazing watching you discover new things and new ways to do things. you've started imitating us when we say things... mostly just noises. even though you are facinated with your box, i can now put you in front of your toys and you will actaully sit and play while i'm able to get things done around the house. i cant leave you for long, but now i can actaully move from room to room without you having to follow me. you're not afraid to be by yourself anymore.

this year we hosted thanksgiving... what a great but crazy time. since we had the room, everyone met at our house. your great-grandma memee and great-grandpa ken came from michigan and stayed in our guest room. they had a great time getting up with you in the morning and just being involved in everything you were into. as your daddy said... owen, you breathed life into them.

mama (which now you finally say)