Teeth?

Yeah, no, Owen still has no teeth.  Poor kid, he has been teething, like soaking shirts teething,  since something like 6 months.  He will be 10 months old on Father's Day, can you believe it??  He is such a character.  So quiet and mellow.  So unassuming...but man can he take apart a room faster than his sister can!  Here he is acting as if he has no clue what is going on...

Hi mama, oh yeah, he says "mama" and "dada", and means it.  He can sign "milk"...would you have thought otherwise?  Do you see a resemblance in the 'o' lips between he and his sister?  Must be genitic.

Avery, Owen and I were playing the scale game.  Ok, not so much a game for me, but that is not your problem.  Anyway, Owen weighs 20.5 lbs. and Avery is a whopping 26 lbs.  Owen looks huge!  I mean HUGE!  Avery looks like she just went through a growth spurt.  She is so long.  Ian dressed her Wednesday morning for school and well, her pants looked like they would stay dry in a tsunami.  I sware that they just both changed over night.  Owen is crawling and well, I put him on the floor of the kitchen this morning and when I went to pick him up, he looked like he actually ate Franny.  So gross!  Avery is a total parrot.  She has taken to a few choice four letter words.  Ian thinks it is all my fault and I have to openly object!  Either way, it is not ok.  This morning Avery told me that she is in love with Pete.  You may recall, "For the love of Pete", so that is now why my little daughter is in love with Pete.  She also frequenty uses "Oh my gosh!".  

So, Avery has been having a little trouble with spacial awareness these days.  Not sure if she has some sort of inner ear thing going on but had two crashes in like three days.  First, she was running to her room to get her "cwoks" (crocks) when she over shot the turn from the living room to the hallway and ran smack dab into the door frame to the bathroom, like it was new or something.  Yes, I could not help myself, I actually started laughing out loud.  She was fine.  The second was when Ian, and I took the kids to the zoo one afternoon.  We were all walking up one of the "trails" and we saw an exhibit with a large bird in it.  We were all moving in to get a better look, it was no joke, as tall as Avery, and well, it let out some noise (not sure what it was really, almost catcall like at a seriously loud volume) when it saw the kids and scared the ba-geeze-us out of Avery.  She started crying and then, yep, you guessed it, Owen started crying.  She finally gets it together just in time to miss her step (she tripped up hill) and ran right into a light pole with her chin.  Again, we laughed out loud.  Does that make us bad parents?  It was so funny.  She is perfectly fine for all of you who were worried.

Avery came into the kitchen the other morning like this.  Those are her pants around her ankles...NO NO NO...get your minds out of the gutter!

We painted on Sunday.  We wanted to prep for Father's Day and, well, Avery was an old pro but Owen, well, take a look.  We went into the jacuzzi right after; it was that or hose them off and I thought the 'cuze would be more fun and a lot warmer.