Bleacher Creature
Despite another Cubs loss (5-22 record so far in May), and despite the 92 degree heat, we had a lot of fun. Owen stole the show in our entire section.
Decked out in his Cubs hat, his bleacher baby shirt, and his red socks, almost everyone had something to say about Owen. Then again, that is only fitting in the bleachers, where everyone always has something to say. Thankfully, most of the comments were positive, although some opted to share that starting a kid on a diet of Cubs baseball this early in life may be considered child abuse.
It is still debatable, however, on how Owen would grade his experience. You see, he struggled with a few aspects of the bleachers. No, he didn't mind the Old Style, although he does have a more sophisticated and appreciative pallet. Instead, he didn't take too kindly to the attendants spraying water on the crowd to keep cool. He also struggled with the loud cheers. At first we thought he was only crying when the Braves would hit a homerun (8 of them today...unbelievable), but he also struggled when the fans reacted to a Cubs hit.

No crying in baseball? Someone better tell Owen that before his next game (Father's Day vs. the Tigers!)


Immediately, I changed the crib configuration so that the mattress would be at the lower level, making it "impossible" for Owen to get his head over the top and reducing the likelihood of our first crib escape. Instead, he is now more of a caged O-Doggie Dogg.

Knowing the size of my noggin, it actually disturbs me how close the hat comes to fitting Owen at only six months. Meanwhile, here is Owen pursuing one of his favorite, and might I add loudest, toys.







Absent the big deck and sprawling lawn that the Vlog boys enjoy at their Wisconsin estate, Owen enjoys dodging the hot grill and pesky city kitties in his urban cavern. It builds character, right? As the picture suggests, he seems to enjoy the swinging.
Rather than laying there to get dressed, he has decided that his recently discovered mobility is perfect on the floor and on a changing table.
Gone are the days of letting him lay there while we grab something from elsewhere in the room.
Keeping up with the little guy has become more challenging, but also much more humorous and enjoyable in the process. On Sunday night, Brecken and I sat on the couch while he maneuvered his way all around the room chasing a toy that he kept throwing. The crawling bit is still a little choppy, but he has at least mastered the ability to flop himself in different directions to get what he wants. We're enjoying the show.
The creepy thing about these new sunglasses is that you can still see Owen's eyes through the lenses. These might be more Kurt Rambis than Joe Cool, but we're not telling Owen that.
