Hey, Steve!

Another photo of something that has nothing to do with the content of the blog post, but whatever - it's cute!  Owen is definitely happy to have Charlie home from her 3 week stay at the doggy condos...I'm not sure if Charlie feels the same, but I think so.

This is one of those moments where I feel like I should write it down because it's a memorable moment, but there is no place in the baby book for it.  Blog it, Laura...blog it.

Owen has been going to The Little Gym weekly for about 4 months now.  Last week, he picked up some new language from one of the kids in class (no, not what you are thinking.)  Apparently, one of the little boys recently began talking and one of his first words is "Mom."  Steve tells me that all during class, the little boy would call his mom to get her attention - over and over.  So, Owen has now started referring to me as "Mom" as well.  Argh!  I was already having a hard time giving up "Mama" for "Mommy" which he had been doing occasionally and now I'm supposed to like the much less melodic, "MOM?"  Steve thinks it's hilarious.

Well, turnabout is fair play...Today we were sitting in the living room and we heard Owen in the play room yelling, "Hey, Steve!"  "Steve!"  He came in using his toy cell phone.  I think Steve was supposedly on the other end.  So far, it has only been happening in conjunction with the cell phone.  But, Steve is not happy about his new title.  Hee, hee.