I suspect it's because my days have been filled with many, many childrens, etsy, small projects in between, no sleep and a terribly worrisome feeling anytime there is a few minutes of quiet and I'm not working on something. All of a sudden a month has passed and I haven't even noticed.
So, yesterday I noticed and suggested that we go march around in a forest preserve for a while. It sounded awesome and the weather was finally nice enough. I can't really complain about it being a bad day. I mean, it was ok, but I left feeling like I come up with these gay-ass ideas of fun things to do and I force everyone into it. No one has fun and everyone ends up in a bad mood and when Owen grows up he'll be like, "My mom always forced us to do stupid shit that sucked." Maybe not, but you know. It was one of those days and when we got home I swore that I was never leaving the house again. Close all the windows, draw the blinds, keep the lights off and tv on and never leave again. We started off at the The Original Pancake House and headed to Bachelor's Grove Cemetery. Bachelor's Grove was super cute and fun with O.
hehe. I saw a ghost that-a-way!
So he started getting a little fussy as we were making our way back to the Midlothian Turnpike. We got to the forest preserve, had a ba-ba and continued on. At that point Owen decided he was going to melt-down the entire time we were walking through the woods. Here is where he took a brief break from freaking the fuck out:
But you totally can see the look on his face, the threat of freaking the fuck out again real soon.
Oh, well. There will obviously be many, many more freak-outs and many more awesome good days as well. When we got home, we walked to the market, Filip made a delicious dinner, I cleaned the place, Owen bathed and fell asleep and we watched a pretty good movie. In the end, it was a good day.
Almost all of my time outside of babies has been dedicated to my Etsy shop. So exciting! This is what I do. This is what I've done since I was fifteen. I've got some amazing stories from working at a thrift shop. Anyway, I'm really excited and have been super motivated and stoked and it's gaining momentum, which is awesome because I find that normally I'm super excited in the beginning, get started, start to get down about it, lose interest and eventually throw in the towel. I've got some good ideas and good plans and am really looking forward to continuing this full time. It's pretty rad to finally really make an effort to do what I want to do and in the same it makes time for myself and my own interests and I get to hang onto my sanity for a little longer.
Otherwise, Owen's been getting more and more hilarious and it rules. For example:
He's such a monkey! Things are awesome and the things that aren't are hilarious even still. He has his two top teeth and two bottom teeth and has been chewing up his crib. Not cool, but kind of funny to see his crib rail riddled in pairs of tiny tracks from his two weird teeth. Also not cool that every time we pick him up out of bed his little head is speckled with white bits from chewing the crib, but sort of funny. We really have to invest in the plastic guard rails. He's waving hello and goodbye now. He has just started standing and balancing on his own. He's gotten really, really good at lowering himself from a standing position and, with that, saving himself from major falls and head bonks. His crawling is scary fast. He likes to open and close doors, that's pretty cool. Also not funny but hilarious at the same time, he likes splashing in the toilet. He clearly says "kicius" in his weird Owen way, which is so cute and pretty close. It sounds like, "Shoosh" followed by blowing some bubbles. Also in the vocabulary right now is "ouch," which was technically his first word, "bye" and "eye." There's a few others and he's definitely picking up more and more and learning how to form more sounds. It's crazy! He likes to Dancey Dance a lot. Beets are his favorite food, next to pickles. He ate a shitload of pickled herring a couple weeks ago, which was shocking, but not. Weirdo. He'll eat anything we give him. He had a taste of goats milk and liked it pretty good. He's into his sippy cup even though he pretty much just plays with it, but even better, he likes drinking out of cups like a big person!
I've been feeling super sad for a friend yesterday and today, and will continue to feel super sad for him. With that, I'm reminded again how amazing Filip and Owen both are and how grateful I am for everything I have. I will happily take an annoying, crabby trip to the forest preserve any day and be thankful for it. Things aren't easy sometimes, but I wouldn't change it at all and am really happy for what I got.
Lastly, starting to think up costume ideas for Owen for Halloween. The list is getting good. I think it's going to be super fun! I kind of can't wait!
