Poor Owen had his first cold this past week. At 8 1/2 months old, it's actually pretty impressive that he hasn't been sick at all before this! Together, we've endured the coughing, runny nose, sneezing (he thinks it's SO funny when Mommy says, "God bless you, Owen!"), and a generally cranky attitude for going on 10 days now. But, he seems to finally be on the mend, which is a GREAT thing!
Tooth number three (top front left) made its first appearance this morning and I'm certain his next door neighbor won't be far behind. Maybe that had a little something to do with the crankiness as well.
I'm not sure whether to mark this day in the baby book as his first crawl or not. He's been working so hard at it for some time now, but today he actually made some substantial distance by pushing himself forward, face and chest on the ground, by his back legs. It's like he's figured out the leg part of crawling, but his arms haven't fully caught on yet. Looks to me like a recipe for some pretty brutal carpet burns on his face, but at least he's trying!
Trying on his first (of many, if he's anything like his daddy) Hawkeye caps.
The obligatory photo with the Easter Bunny.
Owen's first time on the swing at the park. (Sorry for the bad cell phone video.)