Owen Edward: Five Months

This was THE month. Not only did Owen show us more of his sweetness BUT he also totally hit his stride. He is sleeping more, eating more, RARELY fussy and constantly laughing and smiling!  This was a good month with our little man and I am just so happy with how he is becoming more and more vocal and mobile. He is the chunkiest squish wearing 9 month clothes and we cannot cuddle this mush enough. Since he loves splashing around in his bath every night, he smells so yummy all the time that it is hard not to eat up all those soft baby rolls. If you do raspberries on his tummy his squeals so loudly in delight that it is truly hard not to match his pitch with your own laughter.

Mobility was the name of this month. Owen first started to roll front to back and this was problematic! You see, he only would sleep for periods longer than 30 minutes if he was snuggled asleep on his tummy. So when he learned to roll to his back, he would wail out because poor little turtle could not get himself back to his tummy. And so he needed to be flipped like a pancake multiple times a night and I was just about ready to throw in the towel when….he learned to flip from back to front, whew! And now he sleeps more regularly and we are all so happy including him! Bedtime is from 6:30PM-11:30PM and then he nursed and goes back to sleep from 11:30PM-3:45AM and then wakes for the day between 5 and 5:30AM. And this is sustainable and such a good improvement and so much more predictable and delightful for mommy and baby. We get in our nighttime cuddles and rocks but also get some good sleep stretches. When he falls asleep while nursing he likes to run his fingers through his hair and coos lightly. After he is transferred to his crib, he lays on his tummy and scratches the bed sheet which is his best attempt at trying to keep himself awake but a few “shhhhh” sounds and a little bum tapping and Owen is fast asleep.

This month he also started baby school. We feel very luck to have found such a wonderful, caring daycare for our little guys. Since I cannot be with them during the day full-time, I know that Michelle, Jamie, and Alex take the very best care of Henry and now Owen. But, it doesn’t mean that I don’t cry my eyes out as I drive away after drop-off. He is just so tiny and I just wish I could stay home with him everyday and savor his little charming personality. So far, three days in, he is doing well with baby school. He did come home with this first cold, but that is understandable since this is really his first time hanging out with others and other little kiddos. But a few sniffles won’t keep this kiddo from being happy. He cannot contain his giggles…seriously.

If you lay Owen down on his back, he immediately holds “boat pose” and sticks out his little tongue. Clearly this pose is tough to achieve but when you are working toward those six-pack abs, you have to hold it often! He curls himself so high that I think he is gearing up to sit-up soon. He cannot be contained! And if he is on his belly he grabs a hold of his play mat and drags himself toward his toys. Toys, toys, toys, Owen is ready to play. He cannot get enough of the toys we put out in front of him and he loves to watch Henry most of all. He laughs as Henry sings and runs and plays and he laughs when the dogs come by and he reaches out his little hands to pet them. When you hold him facing you, Owen wants nothing more than to stroke your face, grab your nose, or touch your lips. And he mimics your sounds particularly your raspberries!

This month Owen also started to LOVE eating. He has tried oatmeal, pears, carrots, peas, mango, prunes, apples, and banana. He might love each more than the other! He sits in the highchair and smacks his lips at you and says “Feed me!” He started off slowly with only a bit here or there but now he regularly sits for two meals a day and polishes off his entire helping. He grabs for his spoon if you are not feeding him fast enough to take over.


Owen turned the corner on his carseat screaming! Before, every time we clicked him into his carseat, he immediately screamed for the entire journey. It was painful to go anywhere knowing it would make him so upset. When I shared this with my friend Keyanna, she said that her son was the same and that she placed a muslin blanket on his face and he stopped crying as he would snuggle the blanket. It was worth a shot,right? I was a little nervous but it would be great to get Owen something that comforted him. As we backed out of the driveway, the muslin was drapped lightly over his face and he snuggled it in and started to coo and fell asleep! Every time he would sleep and snuggle his blanket like Linus. Now when we drive he is so much calmer as long as his blanket is near him or on his lap. Hooray for a great month Mr. Owen. We love you so darn much.

With one day left to his five month birthday…Owen started to pull himself along the floor toward toys and to us. Such a mobility show-off😉 and he slept until 6:15AM. Five months later Owen has decided to become an easy-going baby.




Miss this

T-minus 48 hours until I return to work. 

What will I do? 

Savor my time left with the boys, remember all our funny maternity leave mishaps, and dream big dreams for our future.

It is going to be weird to cash in my nursing of Owen in the backseat of my car, to pumping in the mother’s room alone at work. 

Henry’s -isms will have to sustain me from a distance now: “what x is,” “hold you” (when he means hold me), “my pick,” “two babies!,” “I happy now,” and so many more little phrases everyday.

May these next 48 hours take months to pass.

Back To School

If you have not noticed, it is Back To School season. We are currently being inundated with jingles, ads, and messaging of all kinds reminding us, as though we could forget, that in just a few short days schools will be opening their doors to students! It has been a time of the year that I have always loved. In New England, it marks an unofficial start to Fall and things like pumpkin spice begin to creep back into every food item. Temperatures start to cool off and routines start to come back after the relaxing summer schedule of fitting in lots of fun and not a lot of anything else.

Every September my school feels alive with the promise of a new year. Seniors walk through the halls feeling extra important and teachers walk into new rooms filled with new faces. It is very exciting and I love the energy that is present during those first days back. Thankfully, I love my job. When I am on campus, I am surrounded by awesome colleagues who give so much of themselves to the community. They are passionate and interesting men and women and they challenge me everyday to bring my A game. I know that once I am fully back to campus, I will feel like I never left and will feel ready to take on the year ahead, but right now…

I am feeling really sad. My maternity leave was a gift. Having 19 weeks home with the boys to both recover from childbirth and adjust to and enjoy the early days of second-time motherhood was the best time of my life. David and I got to soak up everything about the boys and our summer together with them. David blossomed to a dynamo, multi-tasking dad and he took care of all of us. Henry became a kind and loving older brother and also a rambunctious and playful toddler. Owen came out of his newborn fog and began to give us major glimpses into the sweet little person he is growing into. And I got to be a part of every second of every day with them. YES, some days (and the whole month of July really) were H A R D. There were lots of tears from everyone in the house and not a lot of sleep which I have found I truly need in order to function as a decent human being. But despite all of that, I would do it all again. I would do it all again 100x (minus the actual birthing of the child, maybe I would do that another 2 or 3 times!).

It kills my heart to look at the calendar and see that I am a mere 6 days away from going back to work full-time and missing out on the daytime with Owen and Henry. I am going to miss our pajama filled mornings, while Henry eats his breakfast and Owen and I sit beside him chatting. I am going to miss our outings to the park and our strolls around the block. I am going to miss playing trains and trucks and doctor and play-doh and eating Henry’s “water soup” and dancing around the house like crazy-pants and playing hide-and-seek and all the little chats throughout the day. I am going to miss Jake and the Neverland pirates, and crafting, and bike rides, and reading so many books before nap time. I am going to miss our failed attempts at potty training (once Owen was born, Henry decided he was not that into it anymore), and our trips to the lake. I am going to miss holding them ALL DAY LONG. I am going to miss their little smells, smiles, and feet. I am going to miss, I am going to miss, I am going to miss.

I wish I could do both. I wish I could be in the classroom inspired by my students and at home inspired by my children full-time. If only there was more time in the day. And, I know we will settle into a new routine, a new way of doing things, and a new pattern. I know all of this, but right now my feels are pretty intense. These are the kind of feels that will have me crying into school everyday and pressing the gas after school as fast as I can to return to the men in my life. It is hard to love three men at once, but gosh do I feel so damn lucky to have the opportunity to try. And, boy am I going to miss this summer like crazy for the rest of my life.