Baby Boots

 So this may look like an angel face... but he is earning his nickname of "Monster Baby."  On Saturday, I had Owen lying on my chest and he did the grossest thing ever.  This baby booted in my mouth.  In SSP, we always referred to puking as booting and apparently Ron Swanson uses the same terminology, so decided to bring it back.  It is in the top 10 worst experiences of my life.  First, it was not spit up - it was vomit.  Second, I had given him his Vitamin D supplement about an hour earlier and got a taste of that cherry goodness mixed the vomit.  Third, I was laying on my back when this happened, so it was inevitable that I was swallowing some of the bootage.  Monster Baby got me good.

Spring is actually my least favorite season, but I am so ready for it to come.  I dislike Spring because there are so many teasers of nice days and then it snows or rains and is gross out all over again.  However, I am sick of bundling Owen up to go outside or being unable to take him on walks for fear of the frigid temps - that I am ready for Spring to get here.  Nevertheless, I will miss seeing Owen in his snowsuit.

Another reason I am ready for Spring, I took Murphy out Sunday and slipped on the ice not once, but twice.  Not only did I fall twice, but I fell forward one time and backward the other.  So I now have a bump on my knee, scraped elbow, bump on my back and head.  Oh and we only walked 3 blocks.  Owen's vomit was a nice precursor for my tumbles.

Another downside of Winter/Spring - Owen and his buddy Mason got all ready to go for a walk and then we stepped outside and there was freezing rain.  At least we got this pic...

Even though the Badgers had this adorable fan, it was not enough for them to pull it together and make it past the first round of NCAA.  Badger gear will go into storage until September.

Owen's new skill is screaming and making bird-like noises.  It was cute at first but am totally ready for him to move on to some new sounds.  Sometimes when he gets too wound up, I take off his clothes and seems to mellow him out.  Mother of the year?

Diane is making sure that Owen stays up to date with current events.  He learned that Miley and Liam are on the rock but thinks they are just young and will likely work it out.

I love Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.  It is one of my favorite of the franchise.  Last season, I felt it got a little too real with Russell, but this season has been pretty good.  I have grown to love Brandi and think Yolanda is great.  Taylor is kind of tragic to me and I would like to refer to her as a hot mess, but really I just think she is a sad mess.  Dana is the true hot mess.  She may actually be the definition of hot mess.  She made a little cameo the other week and I really hope Bravo brings her back for the next season.  She is apparently going through a break up and decided to smoke at a clothing store, was drunk mid-day, and talking smack about the other ladies.  Isn't this what Housewives is made for?  I am also wondering if she still rocks her $25,000 sunglasses.  I would be super happy if Dana becomes Adrienne's replacement.  I would be pissed if Faye got the spot.  I would threaten to stop watching the show if they put her on there, but we all  know that would be an empty threat.

First Vacation

We decided to escape the snow and cold for a few days and headed to Florida this past weekend.  Also, Owen needed to meet his great-grandma who has an amazing condo on the beach.  So, we embarked on our first vacation with Owen.

We flew from Madison to Chicago to Tampa.  The first flight was great and I thought I was so awesome and had such a great baby.  Not sure why I was so proud of myself for getting through a twenty minute flight, but I was.  Owen fell asleep before take off and woke up after we landed (he flies like me).  But then we got to the second flight and it was awful.  As soon as we sat in our seats, Owen started wailing and was inconsolable.  The flight attendant tried to help by bringing a cup - not sure what the point of that was but it did not help and really just kind of pissed me off more.  Owen spent a good 20 minutes screaming and it was terrible.  Thankfully, he got all of it out in those 20 minutes and slept for the rest of the flight.  The people around us were pretty nice (albeit likely annoyed).  However, I will say that it was 20 times worse to be the parents of the crying baby than to just be a passenger on a flight with a crying baby.  I will never shoot the Glienke Glare at another parent with a crying baby on a plane again.

Our friends Amanda and Roger met us to vacation in Florida together.  You know you have a good friend when she agrees to take a vacation to visit your husband's grandma and hang out with your 4 month old.  This wasn't your typical Spring Break in Cancun - I think Roger and Barret cashed a six pack over 4 days - but we had a good time hanging out on the beach and near the pool.

There were no diapers allowed in the main pool, so Owen was relegated to the kiddy pool.  We were uncertain if the "no diapers" policy was put in place to keep the babies or the super old timers out.  Regardless, we abided by the rule and Owen took his swimming very seriously.

Here is Owen with his great-grandma Gucci.  He enjoyed living the high life in Florida.  We determined that his first foods ought to be lobster and Godiva chocolates.  No mashed bananas for Prince Van Sicklen.  Thankfully, he did not get us kicked out of any restaurants - we did some one lady get booted for having a crying baby.  However, I learned my lesson and did not glare at her.

Now, instead of seeing palm trees and sun - I have a lovely view of snow and grey skies.  I usually do not like spring, but am totally ready for it to come.