Owen Comes To Grandma's House

A few years ago I figured out that I had given my children approximately ninety or so birthday dinners and I said, "This is it! I am done! You're all grown-up now and don't expect me to throw a big ol' party every time you have a birthday!"

All the children fell on the floor laughing and nothing changed at all.

So last night we had approximately the one hundreth or so birthday celebration at Mama's house and it was a good one and different in every way because Owen was here. He arrived in his car seat, fast asleep, and continued to sleep on the butcher block in the middle of the kitchen for several hours, sleeping through the chopping, the pans banging, the dogs barking, the neighbors coming over to admire him and people saying, "Owen, wake up!"

He sleeps fiercely. As you can see. Even as he slept we admired his long fingers, his cute little pumpkin head, his fuzzy, soft hair.

Finally dinner was ready and everyone was here.



All the kids and Tay-Tay and Grandpa and Grandma and we gathered on the back porch to eat and then, that button on Lily's butt which wakes up the baby when she sits down to eat was activated and Owen woke up and wanted to nurse, which he did, all through supper, all through the trip outside to see the chickens and the fire Granddaddy had built and then through dessert and when they left, he was still crying for more.

This young man does nothing by half-measures. When he sleeps, he sleeps, when he wants the nursies, he WANTS THE NURSIES!!!!
Lily says she's getting a little tired of having her boobies online so I won't post any nursie pictures. Too bad. I have a great one of her blowing out the candles on her key lime pie with Owen at her breast.

Uncle Hank did get a few moments of time holding him and that was pretty sweet. When Owen cries, Uncle Hank says something like, "Ffff, ffff, ffff," and Owen seems to like that. I believe Hank was giving him instructions on some important life lesson when I took this picture:

I barely got to hold him because every time I did, he cried and tried to find the ninny on my arm and when there wasn't one, he became inconsolable and I had to give him back to his mama. Oh well. I did get to change his diaper.

It was a lovely evening, a birthday and birth-day celebration and we all felt as if we had a royal guest in our midst and it was our honor to do his bidding, although of course it was mostly Lily who did his bidding and she is a most gracious mother, a queen of lactation and comfort, a patient and loving mother. She is also beautiful.

I would show you how beautiful but her boobies are exposed in every picture and I'm trying to be respectful. And Jason is her royal consort and Lily admits he's changed more diapers than she has and it seems to me they have the whole thing covered.

Owen's a lucky boy and he has made us a lucky family. Or a luckier family, I suppose I should say.

And one more reason to gather together to eat and laugh and celebrate.

When Jason and Lily and Owen left I told them that perhaps I would come over today to see them to take a nap with Owen.

I think I might need one.