For the last week I’ve noticed that I have to unbutton the elastic and have him wear the jeans at their natural size. Has his waist really grown that much? Next, one pair is already getting a bit short on him. The others were a bit long to begin with so they are just now to the length they should be, but that one pair is getting close to retirement. Like I said, he's growing like a weed, a cute, silly little weed though, not an annoyingly scratchy one.
Owen has always shared a bedroom with Ethan. Consequentially, he’s accustom to having someone in the same room with him at bedtime. When we moved to our current house he was able to get his own room, which he loves, until…bedtime. He slept well the night before the first day of school.
But almost every day since he’s wound up in bed with either me or Ethan. It’s been rough because the kids sleeps like a wild child. So when he gets in my KING SIZED bed he takes two thirds of it up. How does a tiny human weighing in at 45 lbs soaking wet take up more than half of a king size bed? When you have an answer, and more importantly a solution, hit me up. He's growing up, has his own room, own bed, and yet it doesn't get much use. The kid snores. He kicks me in his sleep. He sleeps horizontally. Needless to say I haven’t got much rest lately. I’m running on fumes. I live off of coffee, chai tea, gum, and sunshine. ‘Tis rough. Music and Visine keep me feeling and looking somewhat sane.
Last night though he didn’t climb in bed with me until 0500. Can I get a ‘Hallelujah!’?! Of course I just went ahead and got up soon after he got in bed but I was so happy to have a few hours of kick/snore free, uninterrupted sleep. I’m proud that he is sleeping longer and longer in his bed even though it gets frustrating that I’m even going through this with a six year old. The older two were sleeping through the night, alone at a few months old. Sure, when toddler beds came in the picture I had to teach them they couldn’t keep getting up in the middle of the night, but eventually they learned. I just remind myself that Owen never went through that because he always had someone in the room sleeping with him so he never had to learn to sleep alone. Until now.
And while we’re talking about Owen, allow me to brag on him – he earned four As and two Bs on his progress report. Go Monkey!
And we reminisced a bit when his most recent school project involved pulling out the photo album. And by we I mean me. And by reminisce I mean get teary-eyed, wave my hand quickly in front of my face hoping to dry my eyes, and missing the days when my baby was a baby. For his assignment we did a timeline of his life. There was supposed to be at least one photo of him at each age but as usual I got carried away.
Obviously I did the writing, but he picked out the pictures and added bling with some green glitter glue.
We added numbers because on a separate piece of paper we were to describe what was going on in each photo, so to make it easier for the teacher to know which photo I was referencing I simply used some number stickers I had on hand so instead of writing: The black and white one on the bottom right at the beach was when we were fishing at the beach in Pensacola I simply wrote: 15: Fishing at the beach in Pensacola.
It's the simple things, folks. (Thank you Ari for taking the wonderful photo below)
And even though he's getting older he's still the baby. Even Jersey knows it - he feels the need to sit and watch and protect our little guy taking a bath. Look at Owen's little head peeking over the side of the tub in the background.
I can’t believe my little guy is going to be seven in three months! Where does time go?! He’s already asking about his birthday too AND Christmas. Daddy asks him if he wants his two front teeth for Christmas because when we saw Daddy last Owen’s two front teeth were missing. But speaking of Owen growin’…he’s getting his adult tooth in one of those spots. So I guess all he wants for Christmas now is one more front tooth. Oh, and I quote “one thousand bucks cash”…I told him good luck with that.
Lor
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