
Look at this sleepy guy. He is almost 9 months old, and I can't bear to move him to his crib. I know, I know. It's time. It's past time. But since the tornado, I always have these"what if's" in my mind about him not being in my sight 24-7, and that includes night. I had parent-teacher conferences this week, so 2 nights Chris had to put him to sleep. And guess what?? He put him down in his crib! And he slept! But then...I got home. After a long day of missing my little guy. So what do I do? I pick our sleeping baby up from his crib, and take him into bed with us. Sigh. I am hopeless.

Heehee, here is Owen, watching the Chiefs game on Sunday. He was peeved that they didn't get the pass-interference call at the end of the game. Darn refs...

Go Chiefs!

And this is my chubby boy, on our way home from Zona Rosa on Sunday. We tried to stop at Hodge Park to get some pics, but he had a melt-down and wanted to go home...so we went. But I had to sit in the backseat with him. That's okay. He is cute, so I will let it slide. :o) And you can see his new tooth here! That puppy is SHARP!
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