Owen is as photogenic as ever, but I feel really not well. I left work early to sleep, but I'm still feeling kind of achy and fatigued. Hopefully I'll shake it off soon. 
I really like taking pictures of Owen from below him. It's nice training for when I'm in my sixties and Owen towers over me.
This was Owen and B on our exciting snow day lunch at Noodles & Co. Owen really wanted to get back to the chocolate milk.
I've been experimenting with taking pictures of Owen with the flash off and the corresponding longer shutter speed. He's kind of a blur these days in a figurative sense anyway; I think these photos capture that nicely.
This is how Owen prefers to move around in the snow -- on me. We walked a long way and saw snowplows and downed powerlines and snowplows driving over downed powerlines. Very exciting.
In an effort to curb Owen's negative reaction to the snow, I tried to make a snow ball (because he likes balls; surely he'd like this one!). The trouble is, Owen hates mittens and gloves, and, so, he hates snow balls. It was just too cold for him. As a result, he freaked out a little more.
We're snowed in here in Silver Spring. Pity it's a Sunday. Anyway, I dressed Owen up to explore the snow. As you'll see in the next few photos, it wasn't really a success.
Owen had a playdate last night, while Mom and Dad had a real date. Our very good friend Lisa came over to watch Owen and read on our couch while we had a great dinner at New Heights in Woodley Park.
Owen loves this genius book called "Tickle the Duck." Basically, he's supposed to tickle the duck in the book, and the adult reading the book to him is supposed to act as though he (or she) is the duck, being tickled. Very cool.
Owen, as it happens, really likes grape nuts. Bridgette, as it happens, really likes taking pictures of me when there are grape nuts in my mouth. Hence, this series.
Owen was supposed to be posing with his friend Benji (foreground) and Benji's mom, Jen.
Even though there are allegations that Seattle was robbed, in the battle for Owen's football loyalty, only one team's fans came to play. Owen spent Superbowl Sunday in Steeler garb. I'm sure Owen's allegiance was the tipping point for Seattle.
I was amazed how much Owen liked reading with Jonas. It helped, I'm sure, that they were reading Owen's new bus book from the library, but Owen was super patient and good with Jonas. Jonas wasn't too bad with Owen either.
Our law school friend Jonas came over to meet Owen. Here, Owen plays on the couch, while Jonas watches. I think he's a little freaked out that the authorities haven't taken Owen away yet.
Owen had a playdate with Eli, his friend from daycare yesterday. It was really nice to see the two of them run all of Eli's house. It was also nice to get to know Eli's parents better than we'd been able to in our 30 second drop-off or pick-up conversations.
The weather has been so nice here lately. Here's Owen suiting up for some outdoor ball time.
Owen is here practicing to be a matador! I think he's inspired by the idea of having a profession which shared a name with an indie record label (I will be so impressed if anyone emails me with the name of an artist who recorded on Matador, and even more impressed if you can name my favorite Matador artist, but that's a shameless plug for email).
As in "pounding block," which is a new, all wood (for maximum noise) toy that Bridgette bought Owen. It's also "pounding" as in "pounding headache" which one can have after listening to Owen pound blocks for more than a few minutes. He gets very intent though, and really enjoys it, so we'll suffer the noise.
This is Owen and Aster, his daycare lady. We're big fans of Aster. Here, Owen is playing with a calculator, while Aster points out what the square root button does (she gave Owen a different explanation than she gave me. His involved a bunch of words I didn't understand, but she told me it just makes numbers with lots of decimals. Sometimes that's funny if they spell a dirty word upside down.)
I brought the camera to Owen's daycare tonight. Here he is picking at his teeth! Sometimes they also read stories.
There's a lebanese place that has half-priced sandwhiches on Monday nights, so, wild folks that we are, we all went out for dinner the other night. Here's me and Owen outside the restaurant. I think he's dressed like a librarian.
