The fateful day when Barret was going out of town for the weekend and I was left home alone with Owen. Unfortunately, this weekend happened to coincide with me coming down with a bad cold. I was not surprised to learn that being sick with a baby is pretty terrible - although not as terrible as being sick with a sick baby - thankfully that did not happen. Anyway, we survived the weekend and give extra kudos to single moms, not sure how they keep their sanity. I also hope there is a special place in hell for people like Kevin Federline and other scumbags that leave their pregnant wives.
The biggest obstacle was actually dealing with Murphy and the blistering cold without Murphy (I am behind on this blog and was on my own not this past weekend, but the one before - the one where it was like 1 degree all weekend). I felt bad for Murphy so figured should take him at least around the block. However, it was not only cold, but we had also gotten a couple inches of snow. So the stroller would not have worked, since people like me decided not to shovel their sidewalks all weekend. I decided to throw Owen in his snowsuit and strap him in the Bjorn and walk Murphy that way. I thought I was extra smart to have Owen facing out so he could look around. Everything seemed fine, until we got home and I noticed his face was beat red and that it was below 0 outside with the wind chill. Basically, I felt like a terrible mother and it didn't help that he started crying as soon as we got home. I like to think Owen is a Minnesota baby and can handle the cold - but may have pushed it. Murphy only got the one walk until Barret got back from his trip.
Not only was I left home alone with Owen for the first time recently, but we also left Owen home sans parents for the first time. It was Barret's birthday and his parents watched Owen for the evening. No phone calls were made all night and all parties survived. We went to 43 North for dinner - which I would recommend if anyone is looking for a nice place for dinner in Madison. I was going to post a picture of the food there, but Barret made fun of me for taking the picture and then I watched Parks and Rec this week and solidified me not posting pics of food from restaurants - I'll stick to Owen and teen moms.
Owen is definitely in the stage where everything goes in his mouth. He is still trying to get both fists, but has moved onto other objects - such as anything that crosses his path. His new favorite seem to be his burp cloths, which is sometimes helpful but he gets a bit possessive. Owen is also super into his exer-saucer. Murphy is also super into Owen's exer-saucer. He is always lurking around looking for some spit-up to clean from the saucer, which there usually is. It is disgusting.
Speaking of Murphy, I think he is going through a "I'm not the baby anymore" stage. He has always been a bit of a weirdo, but not sure why he decided to sit like that and stare at me tonight. Murphy also knows which toys are Owen, but I was ignoring him so he got pissed and grabbed Owen's octopus. Not pictured: Murphy placing octopus in his little treasure chest of his stuffed animals. We are also missing Owen's favorite rattle and I am guessing that Murphy buried it in the snow out of resentment. That said, Owen seems to be liking Murphy now and smiles and gives the occasional giggle to him. I think once Owen starts eating solid food, Murphy will be in love.
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