Turning Two

Two years ago today I was sitting in a hospital bed preparing to go home on bed rest. Little did I know that is a few hours time, I would start bleeding heavily once again (not that it ever stopped, but it had lessened) and our son would be born via emergency c-section at 6:25 PM. Owen came into this world quietly, but with his eyes wide open. He had a head full of hair and was so tiny. Tipping the scales at 2 pounds .3 oz.

Owen holding mom's finger

It is hard to believe that my little boy was ever that small or was even in such a precarious position in life. I look at him now and would be none the wiser that he was a preemie. He is strong, healthy, loud, clumsy and so darn cute.

Owen in the kangaroo hold with mom

Owen and his gear

He likes to pinch his sister and brothers, pull his sister's hair, and yell at the top of his lungs. He likes to play outside, stack knock down blocks, use cell phones, and ipods, and get into whatever he can reach. He loves balls, and any toy that any other child is playing with at the moment. Pretty much your typical two year old.

He loves to love on his little brother. He gives kisses and tries his best not to pinch, scratch or poke eyes, but "accidents" happen. He loves to hold the baby and gets upset if he doesn't get to hold him long enough.Owen and Kaysen

He does not love to love on his sister or big brother. Probably because they stopped giving him lots of love and attention when he outgrew the baby stage and started getting into their stuff. It sucks being the smallest. No one wants to play with you...and then they get mad when they do want to play with you and you don't want to play with them because you are so used to them picking on you or leaving you out that this has to be a trick, them wanting to play with you, so you scream at them to leave you alone. Try saying that in one breath.

Owen with his Harry Potter scratch courtesy of Jaxen and a lightsaber accident.

Happy Birthday Owen!!!