Daddy's typin tonight. Owen just gets bigger (and sillier) every day. Here's a little glimpse of what we see.
Apparently, having a little snack can be exhausting. Owen likes to lounge.
Hold on a minute, there, Rufus McBiggles...see, I think it goes something like this.
What's the point of getting on top of a box with a guitar-playing dog if you can't bring a few friends?
Ya, Dad's just chewin on me again. This is what we do when he gets home from work. (Check out Owen's raspberry under his eye. He's running more, which means he's falling harder.)
Did I mention that Owen is getting sillier every day? No lack of personality with this one. He's actually started doing things purely for the purpose of getting a laugh.
He may still be wearing pajamas, but he knows how to look cool doing it.
He's starting to love hats. It wasn't that long ago that he wouldn't keep any kind of hat on. Now he finds hats and puts them on without any prompting.
Oh, here's another hat. And some shoes...that don't match. And......that's it.
We all know that a hat and shoes means we're going outside, so let's go.
Seriously, quit messin around, and let's go outside!
Just look at that. No idea at all that more clothes might be a good idea. And not happy that the door still hasn't opened. I can't wait to show him this picture some day.
