Similar to a presidential term, I see the first 100 days of a baby's life as a significant test...for the parents. Let's face it, for those first 100 days or approximately 3 months the baby is not extremely giving. The first month you wait for him/her to finally smile, the second month you cross your fingers hoping that you didn't lose the colic lottery, and the third month you watch as he/she teases you with longer sleeping stretches at night sometimes even sleeping the whole night through only to wake up 3-4 times the next night.
Jason recently completed his first 100 days (as of this post he is 16 weeks, 1 day or 113 days old) and we're starting to see some of those encouraging infant signs. He recognizes us and smiles almost instantly, he's starting to play with small toys (which really is just holding onto something and trying to put it in his mouth), he's sleeping pretty well at night, and he's much more aware of his daily routine and surroundings. Not to mention that except for the random sickness that throws us for a loop, Bridget and I are much more familiar with his likes/dislikes/tendencies and I like to think we're handling the two kid thing much better than we were just a few weeks ago.
On to Owen...In one of my recent posts I posted I wrote about Owen and teeball. The three game season just ended (two of the five games were rained out with no make-ups) and Owen's team, the Yankees, finished with a record of 0-0. It was actually a great league. No pressure; just a bunch of 4 year olds having a great time hitting, fielding, diving, and at times wrestling.
Now I spent a fair bit of my childhood playing various sports on various teams and I have about 10 trophies total to show for it (a couple of those are fishing trophies, which I won't get into in this post). I received a trophy when the team I was on accomplished something. Win a league. Win a tournament. The normal stuff. I should have known, however, what was going to happen when Owen's final game ended. The coach in addition to his normal selection of post-game treats called the players over and gave every one of them a little gold trophy. A participation trophy?! What the?! I know it's how things work these days, but I long for the days when a trophy meant you accomplished something and not just that you showed up at the correct time wearing the right uniform. I guess it's good that I learn this about kids early in Owen's childhood. And with that I leave you with some of the pictures from Owen's first teeball season...
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| Devon Strafford Teeball 2013 |
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| A little tongue action with each swing |
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| Taking a knee |
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| The team and their gold trophies |
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