a taste of fame

A friend forwarded me an email where her group was looking for people with kids between 0-24 months to apply and have the opportunity for their child's picture to be used for something in the future (ads or package, etc). You had to submit a picture of yourself, your child, and the two of you together. If chosen, you compensation is a pack of diapers and a small gift card to Target. Of course, we know how cute Owen is so I submitted his pic (and mine too)...what I did forget to do is submit the application but nonetheless we were chosen to partake in a photoshoot.

The photoshoot was quite painful because Owen still becomes stoic in front of the camera as well as the last thing he wanted to do was sit still or listen to directions when we had this new place to explore. At the end of the hour (which felt like 8), I was ready to get out of there and I wondered how they did this all day long! I left there knowing, our pictures weren't going to used and knew when they said 'Owen did great today!' - it was probably something they said to all the parents that day. Last week, the photographer sent out a CD with some pics and they were actually kind of cute but I know we don't have a future in this industry!

dancing to your own beat

Owen's dance move resembles cow milking motion ... he balls his little fists together and pumps them vertically up and down to the music. He's trying to mimic us snapping our fingers to the beat.

Today we were filling up the big red beast at the gas station as part of our weekly shopping routine; Owen's dancing in his car seat and humming along to some techno music. Tom is standing outside Owen's window mimicking him and making silly faces. Well, the nice old grandma pumping gas behind our car is not aware that Tom is mimicking Owen and believes the guy has gone crazy making funny faces at his tinted window and dancing oddly (doing the Owen and transferring weight from side to side like he has to pee badly) to no music while pumping his gas. Eventually, she realizes that there is a child in the car and is relieved knowing she is not pumping gas next to some insane person...yes, kids have a way to make adults do silly things.

Rough Morning

Yesterday morning, I'm getting ready upstairs in our bedroom when over the noise of my hair dryer, I hear Rocky excitedly take off out our backdoor onto our deck and shortly after some more dog paw noises followed by lots of yelping...as if someone was trying to kill him. I quickly run over to the window to see what was the matter and all I see is Rocky's neck stuck between the spindles of the deck. He's freaking out (he literally pooped his pants, but luckily he wasn't wearing any) and Tom is trying to wrench his head back through the bars. I quickly run down there to help - eventually, we had to take a hammer to knock one of the spindles out of place to widen the space enough for him to dislodge his head from the deck. We have no clue what got into him, he's chased many animals in the past and each of those times, he had remembered to exit the deck via the stairs. Below are his battle wounds...