Owen Joshua

On Sunday, we're dedicating Owen. To me, it's important to have a community to surround ourselves with while raising our children. To me, dedication is asking for support, for help, for encouragement. It is admitting our vulnerability and our fragility. So we stand in front of our chosen church family and ask for these things. We commit our sweet Owen to something bigger than ourselves.

He's almost 11 months, our Owen. 11 months of seriously little sleep, but we're not talking about that right now :) 11 months of living with our strong, bold, sweet, fire cracker Owen. He scootches everywhere on his little bum now, he's very fast and kinda destructive. He leaves a wake of upturned stools, laundry baskets, emptied drawers and toys everywhere he goes. Still only 19 lbs and 29" he's on the smaller side of the growth curve. He has words already! "Nigh nigh" for "night night," "Ah da" for "all done," "Mama" "Dada" and "Ma" for "Milk." He waves and points and has the cutest expression for "light," with which he is obsessed. Every time anyone picks him up he immediately points up to the nearest light and exclaims over the wonderful! miraculous! "ite!" He cannot keep still for anything and when I'm trying to rock and sing to him before he sleeps he now squirms and twists as if to say, "Okay already, put me down. Nigh! NIGH!" If anyone tries to hold him, they immediately discover that he is impossible to hold because he wants to be facing whichever way he is not at the time. He will sit briefly to read a story with me if it involves animals and me growling or barking or meowing at him, complete with tickles.

Our Owen. He sure is something special.