Playtime

In my January wrap-up, I failed to mention how fun and amazing it is to watch Owen play. He can take the simplest object - which includes most infant toys, designed to avoid the choking, breaking, cutting, pinching, etc - and be continually fascinated by it. He'll turn it over and over, put various parts in the mouth for a while, resume turning it over, perhaps about a different axis. It's a very different process than the excited swinging and accidental throwing of an object, and he rarely goes from one to another. Actually, as fascinated by an object as he may be, he's probably less amazed than I am by him. I call it "playing", but in an adult you'd call it "intense scrutiny". I give a fortune to know what's going on in his noggin at those times, either what he's thinking, or what tracks are being laid down in the neurons.

Someone has a case of the Mondays

This hasn't been the best day in Owen's short record book. He woke up with pink eye in his right eye, all oozy and crusted shut. (Thanks for passing that along, Dad!) Then, for the first time in weeks, he fell over while sitting, bonking his head on the bathroom floor and getting a tiny red knot over his left eye. But he was a trooper, fussing minimally as breakfast was delayed for a trip to the winter express service at the pediatrician and the pharmacy for eye drops. And now I hear him giggling his head off with Carla - after breakfast - so it looks like this case of the Mondays will not be chronic.

Super Bowl wrap-up

Never go against the team that is hot in the playoffs.

How many times must I be on the wrong side of that before I learn it?

Furry turkey

Question of the day – How long does smoked turkey last? We dined on an excellent Greenberg turkey for Christmas dinner. Travis has continued eating the left over turkey since then, until about Monday of this week. Yep, that’s right. He’s been eating month-old turkey. I’m sure it’s completely unrelated to his recent spell of less than stellar health (2 upper respiratory infections and now pinkeye, in the last 4 weeks), but eewwww. The power of the smoking wore off and I pitched the remainder of the cut up turkey, now a bit on the furry side. You would think all my talk about the ‘germ theory of disease’ and obsessive hand-washing would have caught his attention by now.

A new look, a new contributor

Yep, that’s right. I’ve decided to start writing again, but this time on Travis’s blog. Then we can both write about Owen. Travis changed the layout of the blog (or maybe just the background color) in honor of my joining it.