Some days your the windshield...

some days your the bug. And today I would be the bug. Owen is all out of sorts. I put him down for his regular morning nap. He was cranky! He needed a nap. He fell asleep. And was asleep for about 15 minutes. And then started fussing and really hasn't stopped for the last hour or so. Well, he was fine in the exersaucer while I was in the shower. Then I took him out to play while I finished dressing and he proceeded to hit his head on the table. TWICE! Then he tried to pry my toothbrush out of my mouth. (I was brushing while he was hitting his head). I thought maybe we would go for a ride and run some errands but he is so crabby and tired. So I put him back in his crib for a nap and put in some ear plugs. He's still fussing but at least it's a very muffled sound.

I've about had it with this crabby, cranky, independent streak. Which I'm sure is going to last until he's at least 25.
So here is a cute picture to remind me of what a lovey baby he really is. These are his new favorite toys. Mixing bowls. 4 sizes. This is the giant one. We hit them with a mixing spoon to make "music". Owen also likes to sit on them and put toys in them. And he especially likes it when I put one on my head.

Yesterday we had some thunderstorms and with that a power outage. For 4 hours! I shouldn't complain. There were people who still didn't have power this morning. Luckily Marc and Nikki were home so we went to visit them for a couple of hours. Morgan helped Marc with the poker table he's making and O and I chatted with Nik and played with the puppy and and kitty.

One last tid bit for today. I get a daily quote e-mail from Runner's World everyday. Even though I'm not running! Today's quote was:

"Don't ever accept anyone else's preconceived limitations. If there's something you want to do, there isn't any reason you can't do it." Amy Dodson, running amputee

I think it's my favorite so far. And I think it just might help me start running again. I find that I am most often the biggest barrier in accomplishing the things I want to do. Which is ironic considering I was raised to believe I could do or be whatever I wanted. (Thanks mom!) But for some reason I have forgotten that. Maybe I need to set some more goals. Some days I get hung up on and depressed about being "just" a wife and mother. But they are wonderful things to do. I just want to be more. Maybe that is selfish. I just always saw my own mother as so much more. But then we don't often view ourselves as others do, do we?

And now I think we will be taking a ride.... 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... ( I will not lose my cool.....) 7... 8... 9... 10.........