This blogging business can get downright obsessive. I’m liking it much more than my last job as a newspaper columnist — even though I have only a fly speck-sized readership on this electronic medium. But oh, the freedom!

As committed readers know, I took off for a few days last week. It’s been tough to get back in the groove with my posts. Especially when I have such outrageously adorable distractions as this guy:

Say hello to Owen, 9-month-old son of Joey and Shellie, Ted’s youngest son and daughter-in-law. That would make Owen my stepgrandson. I’ve had the good fortune of baby sitting this little munchkin a couple of times in the last week. So now you know where my energies and “down time” have been focused.

Not on the blog, that’s for sure!

Owen in a content moment:

Emphasis on the word “content” because Ted shot this photo last week. It was a few days before Owen hit his “I want only my mommy” stage. Last night, he cried for nearly 2 1/2 hours while his mom took her one day of the week to teach piano lessons. We didn’t take any photos. His face was red as my lovely homegrown tomatoes, and why would you want to see that?

Even with me reaching back 18 years to my own mental inventory of gifted mother tricks, I could not console this little creature. His dad showed up, and he got a little happier. Then his mom showed up. She walked through the door and Owen squealed with joy. In an instant, Shellie had reset his planet on its axis.

Shellie apologized profusely for leaving us with a sobbing baby. Not to worry, I told her, it’s only a stage. It means this child feels secure and well-loved. Isn’t that what every baby in the world deserves?

This entry was posted on Thursday, March 1st, 2007 at 12:25 pm and is filed under All, Family, Pretty Things. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

This blogging business can get downright obsessive. I’m liking it much more than my last job as a newspaper columnist — even though I have only a fly speck-sized readership on this electronic medium. But oh, the freedom!

As committed readers know, I took off for a few days last week. It’s been tough to get back in the groove with my posts. Especially when I have such outrageously adorable distractions as this guy:

Say hello to Owen, 9-month-old son of Joey and Shellie, Ted’s youngest son and daughter-in-law. That would make Owen my stepgrandson. I’ve had the good fortune of baby sitting this little munchkin a couple of times in the last week. So now you know where my energies and “down time” have been focused.

Not on the blog, that’s for sure!

Owen in a content moment:

Emphasis on the word “content” because Ted shot this photo last week. It was a few days before Owen hit his “I want only my mommy” stage. Last night, he cried for nearly 2 1/2 hours while his mom took her one day of the week to teach piano lessons. We didn’t take any photos. His face was red as my lovely homegrown tomatoes, and why would you want to see that?

Even with me reaching back 18 years to my own mental inventory of gifted mother tricks, I could not console this little creature. His dad showed up, and he got a little happier. Then his mom showed up. She walked through the door and Owen squealed with joy. In an instant, Shellie had reset his planet on its axis.

Shellie apologized profusely for leaving us with a sobbing baby. Not to worry, I told her, it’s only a stage. It means this child feels secure and well-loved. Isn’t that what every baby in the world deserves?

This entry was posted on Thursday, March 1st, 2007 at 12:25 pm and is filed under All, Family, Pretty Things. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.