This weekend was spent snorgling, kissing, nuzzling, biting and generally eating all the little bits and bobs associated with the baby. Heather was up from Dallas for the express purpose of eating her fill of baby. She wasn’t the only one fulfilling their quota of baby cheeks and ears, though. We passed poor Owen around like a bong at a frat party, each trying to get a hit that would last until the next go-round. And he was pretty accepting of his fate. He saw us coming and did what only a 3 week old baby can do.....he looked as cute as baby-ly possible so that we would be consumed with guilt and only munch one of his ears instead of both.
While not dining on fingers and toes, we had a very full weekend. There were games, car trips, dinners and even some naps. Owen handled them all famously. And when he did become upset, his crying was calmed by none other than Dolly Parton.
It worked so well,
every time, that we had to wonder if it was just her soothing voice or maybe, instinctively, all babies know what Dolly has to offer.
Owen while listening to
Here You Come Again. Just look at the calm! Not even meeping!
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