Owen had his 1-year doctor appointment this week, so I figured it would be a good time to post his latest stats. He stands in at:
Height: 30.5 inches (75th percentile)
Weight: 22 pounds, 3 ounces (25-50th percentile)
Head circumference: 49.4 centimeters (gargantuan, I mean 97th percentile)
So how does he stack up against his older brother? I posted about Oliver’s 1-year appointment in February 2009 (click here to view the post ). Oliver was a half-inch taller, weighed about two-and-a-half pounds more and had a nearly identical head circumference. He was all-around big. Owen is just … tall … but with a big head. Oh well. He’s a cute little kid. Such a good boy.
Unrelated, but oh yeah, for anybody who would care, our dog turned 5 today. I let Molly sit on the couch with us for a few minutes, we gave her a few special biscuits and Oliver sang “Happy Birthday” to her. That’s about the extent of her birthday. It’s rough being at the bottom of the totem pole, but that’s what happens when you have kids. Poor girl? Nah, she’s gets more attention now from the boys that she could ever want.
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Not sure who was more excited, the brother or the dog
Yesterday, I wrote about Owen’s first night at home. His first moments at home were pretty special, too. I’m not sure who was more curious and excited about our newest family member, brother Oliver or dog Molly:
Our son still has a ‘doggy complex’
Oliver still has a “doggy complex.” Our goldendoodle, Molly, is his best friend right now. The two of them are always chasing each other around, fetching toys and digging in the doggie food dish.
Here’s a video of the two of them goofing around at my grandma’s house this past weekend:
And here’s a video of Oliver running into Molly’s crate (his new thing, any time he hears us tell Molly to go there):
Our dog’s day out
On Saturday, we took our crazy goldendoodle, Molly, over to Sarah’s parent’s house. They have 5 acres, so Molly has a chance to run around and burn off some energy. She was so crazy, tearing out into the yard and then burning back to the house, hovering over the fish in the pond, stealing fetched sticks from resident border collie Sage and lapping up water from the patio fountain. The best part? She’s been super tired the past two days. In fact, as I type this, she’s asleep at my feed (unheard of!).
We took a ton of pictures on Saturday, and some of them really made us laugh. Here’s a slide show from our dog’s day out:
Our son has a dog complex
Oliver is starting to develop a lot of quirks. I’ll share some of them in the coming weeks. One that really makes me laugh involves him noticing that our dog’s crate is open, then squealing and running over to it and climbing inside. Once in there, he likes to shut the door and just stare at us. He has a look of total seriousness on his face throughout the process. Sometimes Molly joins him. Other times he just sits there by himself. But every time we laugh.
Not-so-big birthday today at the Lopinot household (Molly turns 3)
There was a big birthday at the Lopinot household today. No, you didn’t forget about Oliver’s birthday. It’s this Friday. No, today is Molly’s third birthday. Yep, our dummy of a dog is now 3 years old.
If today didn’t give Molly a clear indication of her status in the family, I don’t know what will. For her first two birthdays, we bought her way too many gifts, gave her treats and did something fun with her. This year? She spent the day in her crate and the evening pretty much just sitting around while we tended to Oliver and cleaned the house. We did give her a special treat (plus, I snuck her some pork chop after Sarah went upstairs to start Oliver’s bath).
So here we are, still celebrating at 10:45 p.m. OK, so we’re not really celebrating. I’m goofing on the computer while she chews a toy. Fun stuff.
So to Molly: Happy third birthday. Maybe we’ll take you for a walk this weekend or let you lick a plate. Fun stuff.
Our visit to Springfield, Mo. (part three)
During our trip to Springfield, Oliver learned to drive. Well, sort of. My mom got this push-car thing, and Oliver enjoyed riding around the basement in style. He usually smiled really big and giggled, but here he looks very stoic and serious, doesn’t he?
And so I don’t forget, I need to mention that Molly, our crazy goldendoodle, also enjoyed our trip. My dad really enjoys spending time with his “grand-dog,” and she eats up the attention. Just look at those eyes:
Our goldendoodle just loves the snow, and she was in luck today
Molly, our crazy goldendoodle, enjoys the snow. So she was in luck today, since we got about 6 or 7 inches of the white stuff overnight. I have been working from home today, and the wife and boy are here as well.
Anyway, we have the mother-in-law’s awesome camera again, and I was able to capture some Molly-in-the-snow pictures like never before. I took these while she was racing back and forth like a crazed, insane moron. Anyway, enjoy:
And after that burst of excitement? Nap time of course:
The goldendoodle meets her match (in the form of a yorkie-poo)
As you may have read in my last blog entry, we had a lot of family in town for the holidays. Mainly, the family time was all about Oliver, with a dash of my parents, my sisters and their men thrown in. See, aren’t the sisters/men looking happy:
But in all seriousness, the past few days have been all about Molly and Smith. My sister and her husband brought their puppy, Smith, with them from Minnesota. He’s a yorkie-poo. A little, cute, energetic yorkie-poo. An adorable, yappy yorkie-poo. Did I mention he has a lot of energy? Doesn’t he look innocent:
Most of you know about Molly, our crazy goldendoodle. Anyway, we put Molly and Smith together for a few days. They got along well, but there was a lot of horseplay. Imagine dealing with this for 20-minute intervals throughout the day:
At least they eventually tired out. Good friends for life, don’t you think:
Lots o’ toys for the good little boy
Christmas may be officially over, but the holiday’s mark can still be found all over our living room. It was Oliver’s first, so I’ll give a quick rundown of what happened. Christmas Eve, he was the crankiest he’s been in months. So after dinner, we let him open a couple presents and then put him to bed . After he finally went down, we hit the wine bottle hard! Then Sarah and I opened presents from each other.
Christmas morning, we let Oliver open his bigger presents. We got him things like Mega Blocks and Little People play sets. Plus, we hot him this pretty cool zebra thing that he can sit on and swivel around. It’s almost like a mechanical bull, minus the toss-you-on-your-ass feature.
Then Molly got her presents from us. We put them into a stocking and make her pull them out herself. Here, she’s reaching in for her new purple Wubba.
Around 10 a.m., we headed to Sarah’s parents’ house for brunch and gifts with her relatives. Then, at 3:30 p.m., we went to my grandma’s for more. And if that wasn’t enough, we had more presents yesterday, as my parents saved their gifts for the privacy of our house (it was pretty hectic at my grandma’s). Yesterday was fun, with my parents over until late, plus my two sisters and their man-friends staying the night. We also had a chance to give Molly her gift from my sis. Check out the size of this biscuit from Three Dog Bakery:
All in all, it was a great Christmas. And a nice first one for Oliver. He made quite a haul. Lot’s of toys for the little guy. Plus, some good family bonding. Hope you all had a great holiday as well.
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