Drum Roll Please...

Happy Father's Day to all dads...yes, it is late, but better late than never.  Shoot, I am still holding on to the Mother's Day cards I was supposed to mail this year.  Oops!  We went to Karl Strauss for brunch and hung out the rest of the day.  So relaxing.  The kids painted daddy a great poster and we hung it in the living room!

So, it is true, since my last blog Owen has transformed into a little boy.  Let's see, he has actually gotten 3 teeth and I think that there are two more pushing through...way to be little dude!  Also, he is all over the place.  He is crawling, or crab walking, everywhere.  He is standing up on everything, in fact, this is what I found the other day when I went in to check on him at nap time...not napping.

He is not just standing up on everything but he is really trying to walk.  He holds your hands and walks and then lets go!  He just does not care, the best is that he will actually stand there for a second and then...down he goes!  He has also taken to sitting back up again after you lay him down for a nap...he feel asleep like this last week.

Ian decided that Avery was old enough and would enjoy getting a T-Ball set.  He had it waiting for her when we got to the fire station for lunch.  Unfortunately, Owen liked it just as much.  Yeah, another fight in the making.  (Check out Avery's boots!)

So I think that Franny is back to hating us for having children.  Just as Avery started to leave her alone and stay off her bed, here comes Owen...
Owen has also taken to "dancing".  I tried to take video but I did it with my phone and it won't upload.  Either way, what he does is he gets excited when the music begins, he flaps his arms and then, while sitting on his tushie, twirls in a circle.  It is so funny...he is going to ware the bottom out of his pants.  It is like he is doing doughnuts or something.  I am going to try to catch it on film.

I hate to admit this but on Saturday, the kids and I were driving to a friend's 2nd birthday party when, I am guessing Avery rubbed sunscreen into her eyes, she kept telling me that her eyes itched.  Then, I hear it..."My eyes are itching, f**k".  Yes, I laughed but no, she did not see me.  We have gotten so good about our language...how the heck does she remember that???

Ok, so not too exciting but I am tired.