Today was my first day back at school/work. I did pretty well - I only cried twice. It was definitely the longest time I'd been away from Owen, and even though he was with Dave all day, I worried and fretted and felt a bit lost wandering the halls of the SU Law School.
The Office of Student Life has provided me with a private room where I can pump milk during the day, so Owen will continue to be breast fed from afar.
When I came home this afternoon, everyone was exhausted from our first day apart, so the whole family took a group nap on the bed. It felt great.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Those People
During our recent airplane travels, we dreaded becoming "those people" - the people with the screaming baby. On our way out west, Owen slept through the whole event, and we were relieved. Two rows in front of us, some other travelers with two small kids were "those people," and their children screamed for hours aboard our 5 hour flight. We scoffed at them, clicking our tongues.
As they say, payback is hell. Our flight from Portland to Charlotte, NC went smoothly, and Owen made lots of friends along the way. He smiled sweetly at the twenty-something fellow sitting next to us, and batted his eyelashes at the flight attendants. But then he decided to cry for the first thirty minutes of the flight from Charlotte to Syracuse. We knew exactly what Owen wanted - someone to stand up and rock him to sleep. But we weren't allowed to stand up because the "Fasten Seatbelt" sign was lit, and no matter what else we did, he cried and sobbed and giant tears rolled down his face. We apologized to our seat mate and the flight attendants, and eventually the sign was turned off and Dave rocked Owen to sleep in the small area around the lavatories. It was stressful. But I also learned that at some point, you stop worrying about being "those people" and just worry about making the baby as comfortable as possible.
As they say, payback is hell. Our flight from Portland to Charlotte, NC went smoothly, and Owen made lots of friends along the way. He smiled sweetly at the twenty-something fellow sitting next to us, and batted his eyelashes at the flight attendants. But then he decided to cry for the first thirty minutes of the flight from Charlotte to Syracuse. We knew exactly what Owen wanted - someone to stand up and rock him to sleep. But we weren't allowed to stand up because the "Fasten Seatbelt" sign was lit, and no matter what else we did, he cried and sobbed and giant tears rolled down his face. We apologized to our seat mate and the flight attendants, and eventually the sign was turned off and Dave rocked Owen to sleep in the small area around the lavatories. It was stressful. But I also learned that at some point, you stop worrying about being "those people" and just worry about making the baby as comfortable as possible.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Owen Enjoys a Cucumber
We are introducing fruits and vegetables to Owen - including cucumbers, as you can see in the above photo. Owen doesn't actually eat anything, just tastes it. But next week we begin some solid foods, which I'm sure will present a number of great photo opportunities for us.
We are in Oregon for the week, and Owen is relishing all the attention from our West Coast family. Except maybe from Dudley the dog, who thinks Owen's feet are just delicious.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
He Flips!
Today it happened! Owen flipped over from his stomach to his back - and both Dave and I were watching! Then we clapped, cheered, smothered him with kisses. Owen looked at us like, "What's the big deal?"
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Four Months of Owen!

One result of this growth is that sometimes Owen doesn't really look like a baby to us - he looks more like a little boy. At first I thought it was because of his full head of hair, but I'm coming to realize it's because of his size and stature. He's also begun playing with his vocal chords, and although it's baby talk right now, you can already imagine his little voice saying, "Stop bragging about me, Mom."
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