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halloween.

 For Halloween Nick and I decided that Owen would be Admiral Dewey, for whom Nick's ship was named, and who said "Fire when ready Gridley."  I'm pretty sure he also destroyed an armada of Spanish ships single handedly with his mustache, or something like that.

Owen was not into this costume.  Mostly because I finished it two minutes before Halloween, he hadn't had any naps, and he did not appreciate the furry old man mustache attached to his pacifier.  Or his hat.

Put that mustache on Pop  pop.  I dare you.  

I'm not super proud of this outfit.  Though I made it without a pattern, I totally went ghetto on the Admiral stripes.  So instead of trick or treating we gave him a bath and a treat size candy bar, then put him to bed.

patriot.

Nick's home for football season.  Which means Owen is being indoctrinated into the Patriot's nation.  It's fine with me.  Every time Tom Brady takes his helmet off I hear bells chime.  It doesn't hurt that the Patriot's colors match my couch pillows either.  

Touch Down!!!!!

confessions of a stay at home mom.

Sometimes when I actually get ready (about once a week) I take a picture of myself because it's so shocking.  I want to remember that I did my hair, showered, AND brushed my teeth!  Oh, and that I looked hot.

You done wrong boy.

Now smile for Mommy!

Sometimes I forget to shut the bathroom door.  Then something like this happens and I think to myself "Hopefully this TP is gentle on his digestive system."

He took his own pants off thank you very much.

Sometimes I take pictures of Owen in precarious situations when really I should be A. removing him from harm or B. taking advantage of a teachable moment.  I do neither.

excuse me?

Do you see my first e-mail?  It's entitled "Is it time to move up to a size 4?"
I was like "Excuse me G-mail?!"  Leave my pant size out of it!  Jerk!

Then I realized it was from Huggies and it was referring to Owen's diaper size.  I guess I'm just a little too sensitive about my waist size...

owen in pictures.

lunchmeat for lunch is popular with everyone in our family.  

It's not like we encourage begging...

Here's a blurry picture of Owen begging for my apple.  We shared.  

I sewed him his own floor cushion which he could care less about.  

lounging with twinky in the morning times. 

Navy Baby!

advice.

Mom.  Isn't about time you took a shower?  Seriously.  You are funky.