And already Owen has grown so much. I have a huge plastic trunk full of the clothes that no longer fit. And a big box of too-small diapers. I folded his baby swing up yesterday and put it downstairs, next to the bassinet.

According to my online mom’s group, most babies are working on pre-crawling now. Owen still wants nothing to do with being on his stomach. Not so much that he’ll repeat his only rollover. But enough to verbally complain. Instead, he wants to stand at every opportunity. He’ll even walk sometimes if I hold him up by his arms. He goes nuts on the Jumperoo now too (just a few weeks ago, he was too short for setting 1, now it’s on 2).

I sucked out as a mom last night. I put Owen in his comfy cozy terry sleeper for bed. Then he woke up at 12, 12:30, 1, 1:30 and 2. That was rough. It was actually worse that I cut about 3 minutes of sleep between wakings. Anyway, turns out he was too hot. I dressed him in a t-shirt and shorts and he slept for the next 3 hours. Sorry bud.

I guess the bridal shower I catered was well received, as I’ve been contacted about doing some more. I think that appeals to me more than teaching an IT audit class.