So Sue Me. I'm His Grandmother. I Overpost About Him

Poor Owen. He was so happy in his car seat with his grandmother beside him. He thought we were going to go have Big Fun which is what we usually do when we all get in the car to go some place.


He was a happy boy in the doctor's office right up until the doctor started getting really close and personal. Now I just like this doctor a lot. He's a new guy in the practice and he knows how to charm a mama and a grandmama. He kept telling us how handsome Owen is, how advanced. "Really?" he asked. "He can pull up already? Wow!"

And when he asked what Owen was eating and Lily told him that Owen does not like baby food the doctor said, "I knew he was smart." And when he told us that Owen was probably about to go through the stranger-danger stage he said, "And people will tell you that he's crying because he's spoiled and that is B.S.!"
He said "B.S." He really did.
He highly approved of everything about the boy. Owen weighs twenty pounds on the mark and is twenty-eight inches long. This puts him in the 75th percentile for both measurements. However, his head circumference is in the 90th percentile. Because of his big brains, the doctor assured us.
Talk about B.S. But we loved it.

And then came the ear and nose exam and no, Owen was not happy about that. And when he got his shots he cried so hard that I cried too, which is ridiculous and I know it but what can I say? I can't stand to hear that boy cry and he cried so hard he quit breathing. We all know that sort of crying. He was just completely astounded and shocked that we would allow him to be handled in such a painful fashion. I mean SHOCKED!

But. He got over it. And fell asleep in the car right away but he woke up in the restaurant where Lily and I met Uncle Hank for some delicious Indian food. We mixed up a bit of the soup and some rice and I fed it to Owen. He liked it. He liked the naan, too.

And why not? None of it was baby food.
And we made a little bit of a mess. Just a little bit.
But then we got the rice pudding and oh boy, yeah, that shit is good. Owen and I agree totally on that.

By the time lunch was over, he'd recovered from all of his trauma. He cuddled with Uncle Hank for a bit in the parking lot before Uncle Hank had to go back to work.

He is mystified and delighted by his Uncle Hank. As well he should be.

And then when we got home, I had to take just a few more pictures because, well, FUCK! I'm his grandmother. And I can't help it.

Do you know how happy this picture makes me?
Ah lah.

So we all survived, we had Indian food, we liked the doctor, and now it's nap time.

Love...Ms. Moon