Owen is 11 Months Old and Dad is Just Old

Yup, we hit two milestones this weekend: Owen is 11 months old and Dad just celebrated his thirty-fourth birthday.
And because misery loves company, we decided to invite the whole crew up to celebrate with us. Dad made his favorite spaghetti recipe (as seen in The Godfather. Chop up some garlic fry it up in the pot with some olive oil. Add two cans of tomato paste. Fry that up for a bit. Add two cans whole canned tomatoes and one can tomato sauce. Add Italian sausage and meatballs. Add some Italian seasoning and garlic salt/powder to taste. Top it off with a half cup of sugar. Meatballs: 1 pound ground beef, 1 pound ground pork (Dad uses some pork sausage Uncle Travis gave to him from a wild boar he shot last year). Mix together with two eggs, Italian seasoning and garlic salt. Add Italian bread crumbs. Roll into balls and fry).
Anyway, we cooked up some of that and had a big feast. Everyone came up and had a good time.

We partied it up. After eating the kids went to Adams Park to run around for a while. The rest of us stayed behind to recover. Soon it was time for some presents.

Dad had plenty of help around willing to open up any presents he may have felt physically unable to open himself.

But whether he needed the help or not, opening up the presents became a group effort anyway. An thirty-four years old or not, Dad still likes getting the occasional toy on his birthday. This is from his nephew Hunter. Who really wanted to play with it himself.





After some cake and ice cream, the night wound down and we watched the Utah Jazz blow a 21 point lead against the Phoenix Suns. Luckily they rallied to push the game into overtime where they finally won the game. Good thing, now we can all sleep better tonight.

All in all I think everyone had a great time and everyone made it home before the big storm hit Sunday morning and buried us in what looks like 80 feet of snow. So much for spring.

And next month we get to do it all over again when Owen turns the big One.

Like Father, Like Son

Today Owen and Dad had their haricuts. Owen's was much harder to cut than Dad's. Even though Dad complains more.

On Saturday we took advantage of the nice weather and got some much needed yardwork done. I didn't go up and get the camera so we don't have any pics. That's okay because all Owen did was complain and cry. He was not a big fan of touching the lawn. Though it was nice to get stuff done because he didn't move out of that one spot.

All in all we got a lot done. We even got a little urge for baking. For the first time ever making bread and oatmeal cookies it all turned out great. Too bad the weekend went by too fast.

Finally Getting Better

Finally, after a week of no sleep, constant coughing, crying, runny noses, fussiness and just down right no fun, (and that's just Dad, not to mention Owen being sick), we're all finally better.
Last Sunday night/Monday morning, Owen was just not sleeping. His breathing was labored and he had a high fever which would not break despite our best efforts. So finally at 4 a.m. we took him to the Emergency Room where we found out he not only had an ear infection, but he had RSV as well.
After taking some tylenol and getting a prescription for anti-biotics, we went home, hoping Owen could back to sleep. Unfortunatley, he was up for the rest of what was left of the night. We thought about going in to work and school that day, but at about 8:30 that morning we decided that neither was possible.

But now, he is finally getting better. We visitied the doctor on Thursday and he said that the ear infection had healed up. And he prescribed some cough medicine for Owen...with codiene! Mommy and Dad finally got a little bit of sleep Thursday and Friday night. By the weekend Owen was almost back to his same old naughty self!
<"arial" Here he is getting into the dog food. He hasn't tried eating yet, but he likes to pick up handfuls and throw it across the floor. Lily doesn't mind either, she just walks around and eats up the bits before Mommy and Dad sweep it up.


He has also got the pulling himself up and standing bit down as well. He can also walk himself along holding to things, like the edge of the couch, his "jungle toy" and the TV. His favorite thing to do is stand up and pull toy after toy out of his toy chest. He has more fun doing this than he does playing with the actual toys.














And last night, Mommy let him have some candy for the first time. A Valentine's sucker that Grandma Nash gave to him. He liked it at first, but after getting himself all sticky, he seemed to lose interest.


So he is finally getting better, sleeping in his own bed again and making mischief. Hopefully with winter on its way out, this is the last sickness he gets this year.
We're also dumbfounded that soon he will be one year old. It has gone by too fast for us.