Owen wears many hats around here. One is literally a sombrero that Kris brought home from a company picnic last summer. He especially likes it if Kris will wear one as well.
I’m not sure why he’s furrowing his brow like this but he often does and it cracks me up. I’m sure he’s copying my expressions and trying to figure out when they are appropriate. I think I make too many faces…he gets confused.
Another hat Owen wears is that of “big brother”. The other day he asked if he could feed Ivan. Normally this is impossible since I nurse but I happened to have a bottle available and I set him up.
Owen also wears the hat that I like to call my big baby. He is still comforted by being wrapped (swaddling style) in his favorite blanket and being rocked by me in the rocking chair. The other night he fell off of our bed and hit his head kind of hard on the floor. It wasn’t anything too terrible, more of a surprise than anything, but he sure wanted to be babied. I oblige him whenever I can. I hate and love that he’s gotten so big. I enjoy his progress so much but I still love to rock my little boy. He has really outgrown this babying process, his legs hang over the edge of the chair and when I look down at him his face is so big…like the same size as mine it seems. How did that happen? Oh well, those dark brown eyes are still looking to mine for comfort so I’ll rock him as long as I can.
The sombrero is a riot, and the last picture is gorgeous!
Great pictures! I love the sombrero.
So sweet!
I love your little stories about my sweet boys!
So big and yet so small. Isabella is too. Needs lots of comfort one minute and wants to do it all the next.
Yes, do. I know Doug said he would carry Alyssa until her feet dragged the floor and he did and they did……
Now she is Miss Independent……..
P.S. Mary, With no ulterior motives on my part, if you haven’t already, please, please scrapbook. I believe in it so strongly, especially to journal down all those precious memories….I know you already have a cyber-scrapbook going but will Owen and Ivan be able to take it with them when they start their own families someday? Seems far, far in the distance? One day you will look UP to your sons rather than down at them and you will say “They’ve grown up, how did the years go so quickly…?”