Happy 7-month birthday, Owen!

I spent too much time writing the last post, and Owen's waking up from his nap. So to sum up -
He bounces.
He giggles.
He eats everything, even if he doesn't like it.
He applies the spoon directly to the forehead. Spoon, I hate your commercials, but I love your product.
He rolls.
He then complains that he's on his stomach.
He plays.
He chats.
Did you know he has toes? Have you seen these toes? Hey everyone, come and look at these toes!
He shocks the doctors with his health and development.
He really pulls off the Darth Owen towel.

Good, good. Let the oatmeal flow through you.

Hey, that was almost a poop joke! Poop is funny!