Oo and ock

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Owen is talking up a storm these days, though it's not always immediately evident what he's saying. While getting him dressed the other day, Bill was naming clothing components, and Owen, quite adamantly, told Bill that he was putting on his 'oo' and his 'ock'. Apparently the letter 's' has not yet made it into his lexicon.

Anyway - Bill took Owen to a occupation/child development specialist recently to try to figure out how to help him move on from formula to solid food. While they determined that he has a hair trigger gag reflex (which we knew), they were evidently impressed by how far ahead he is in his verbal development and in his physical coordination - even despite his diminutive size.

Meanwhile, Miss Mac is growing taller by the minute, it seems. According to the people/websites that calculate such things, given her height at 3, she's likely to be 5'8" What a pair!

Small or big -- they both love to swing! Here's a recent pic our friend Rosi took of us at the park.

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