I promised a long overdue update on the boys in my return to blogdom a few posts back, so here you go...
OWEN (AKA MR. MEAN MONKEY FACE)
O is really our thrill-seeker of the two. He's army-crawling at breakneck speeds, sitting up at the drop of a dime and pulling himself up onto coffee tables, pack'n'plays, couches, etc. I had to lower the cribs earlier than expected before the holidays, as my wife exclaimed one afternoon while I was on the phone w/ her from work: 'I just heard a thud! I think Owen fell out of the crib!' She informed that she found him on the floor on his back, completely fine but a little shaken up and (best of all) not wearing any pants...pretty much like me any given day in college. He also can not only withstand the Baron Von Raschke Brain Claw, but will place his face into your outstretched hand just to mock you.
Seems he's also fashioning himself quite the lady's man, flirting w/ any female w/in a 2-foot radius. A friend of the wife was over to see the kids and, after flashing some puppy dog eyes and his trademark grin, he decided to help himself to an under-the-shirt/over-the-bra handful...pretty much like me any given day in college. I figured it's okay to let him revel in the random grope before he's old enough to get sued for it.
He has an arsenal of interesting facial expressions, most of them Zoolander-esque versions of the same thing. The Mean Monkey Face, The Stinky Cheese Face, The Booker T Face...all of them usually brought out to express his displeasure that you're not letting him do something that he wants to. He eats like a horse, rarely turning down any thing put in front of him...uses an excellent pincer grasp on cheerios and fruit puffs too (one at a time, very efficient). Outside of that, he's a really content kid...as long as he can be a busy-bee, he's happy!
LOGAN (AKA BIG CAT)
While O may be catching up, Lo is still the beefier 'big' brother of the pair. However, under that slightly chubby exterior lies a total creampuff 90% of the time. He's extremely social and loves to be around other people...more specifically, HELD by other people...especially Mommy. We still haven't received our infant decoder ring, but it seems he's babbling about some very important stuff. When he's not talking, he's testing additional uses of his mouth and vocal chords by yelling ('HEY!')...motorboatin' ('PHHHBBBBBBTTT!')...or, when upset, reaching out to his Mother ('MAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMA!'). He's a little more content to stay in one place than Owen and, since he has a few more pounds to work with, hasn't quite grasped pulling himself up...but when he's army-crawling, he moves really quick.
It's funny to watch how he really has two moods. While the word 'jolly' is rarely used to describe something other than Santa Claus or a Rancher, I can't think of a better way to describe him when he's in a good mood. Big deep laugh and a huge open mouth smile to show off what seems to be the 200 teeth he's had come in over the past 3-4 months. Loves to play peek-a-boo, even though his hands usually end up on his forehead versus over his eyes...will laugh until he has tears playing tug-of-war w/ the dog (or Daddy)...claps his hands in celebration when somebody says 'HOORAY!' Then, something happens that he doesn't like or, most of the time, somebody has told him he can't do something...to say he gets agitated would be an understatement. Fists pound, legs kick, screaming/crying ensues...just articulating to you the best he can that's most definitely not happy. Luckily, this usually only happens 2-3 times a day...especially in the morning if he hasn't had his bottle yet (just like Dad and his coffee).
Speaking of food, depending on the day, Lo can be quite the challenge to get through an entire meal. If he doesn't like something you've offered up to eat...he'll let you know by swatting his arms around or trying to wrestle the spoon from your hand to throw to the floor. Recently, he's also chosen mealtime to practice spitting things out of his mouth...not because he doesn't like what' he's eating, but just because it something new. He finds it hilarious...Mommy, not so much. That said, he has taken to holding his bottle himself and pound the whole thing w/out any assistance and can put down a handful of cheerios/fruit puffs/shredded cheese in the blink of an eye. Bottom line, he's such a fun kid to watch grow up...every week it's a new trick and we're so proud to watch it happen.
So, if you couldn't already tell, i'm one extremely proud poppa. They'll be a year old next month and I can hardly believe it. They came into this world 3-weeks early and so tiny when we brought them home. Now...they're like little men and, next to Mrs. Famous, the most amazing thing to happen to me in my lifetime. Until next time...PEACE.
