Mr Independent

It's been so long since my last post, but we've been having lots of fun with our little Owen now that summer has arrived. Trips to the zoo and the pool, to the Discovery Museum when it's too hot, and lots of exploring around the house.

He's been having a great time with it all. He enjoyed sitting with Grandpa and Grandma Aalberts at the zoo two weeks ago, watching the gibbons grab at each other then swing to safety.





A similar video of him could have been shot at the pool this past weekend as he watched people jump off of a diving board for the first time.


Hilarious!


But the best moment at the pool was when we were checking in. Amy and I decided we should buy summer passes, so we had to spend more time at the desk longer than expected. As we filled out the paperwork, wrote a check, and got photos taken for our ID cards, Owen was getting more and more agitated. Soon he started looking at us and the people behind the desk saying "Swim" in the most lecturing way, as if telling us "Hey. If you guys think this is fun, I have an idea that'll knock your socks off. Swimming. Swimming is fun. This is not. Trust me."


"Oh, yeah. One more thing. Duh."


As I wrote before, he is really exerting his independence. He wants to do everything for himself, which is admirable, although sometimes frustrating and occasionally dangerous. Although sometimes I think he's ready and we're the ones who aren't. I've watched the kid climb up and down the stairs a hundred times without missing a step, but I know it's going to take a big leap of faith to let him go on his own.