The promise I had to myself, to not take toddlers and babies to college football games.
We discovered, that with nachos, a cougar tail and a sucker Owen can make it to half time.
After Lewie took a little cat nap on my shoulder he would have been content people watching all day...but Treavor and I were spent and called it after the 2nd quarter.
Don't let Owie's sweet little smirk make you think he loved every second. He was afraid of the drums in the band, cried every time the cannon went off after a touchdown, and asked if all the people could go home.
All in all, We're glad we went.
Also:
Owen's binkies . They're a goner.
For family night we talked about growing up, and changing. We explained that it was time to get rid of his binkies and asked if he was up for that. His reply: "no thank you"
So we talked a little more about how great it is to get old and do new things, and that he would even get some special cars, but that it was time to get rid of them. He was finally persuaded and put them in the garbage.
Both Owen and I shed lots of tears for a few nights. I knew he loved those things (that's why I didn't take them away til he was THREE years old! ) but I was not prepared for this change to turn our world upside down and inside out. I know I'm dramatic, but it has been heart-wrenching to watch him try to fall asleep without something he has had every night of his life! While we would read books he would make the saddest sucking sounds you've ever heard, when we would sing songs he would drink water vigorously, trying to get the same results from the sippy cup, and when I would check on him at night he would be sucking on his fingers like crazy!
I think I've established the fact that I don't easily mesh with change. You'd think I would be able to talk myself out of making binkies a big deal, but I just haven't gotten there.
My mom put it well when she said
"it is the end of a very cute era".
