Six was a crazy year -- new school, new house, new teeth. But despite all the curveballs that we (and life) seemed to throw Owen's way, he's come through with a smile and a song (most likely either Katy Perry's "Fireworks" or the "Star Spangled Banner"). In the past year, Owen has become an essayist, a solo percusionist, a Lego enthusiast, a photographer, a budding scientist, a pretty good infielder and a lover of compound interest. And while I cringe a bit each time he asks if I want to hear a joke, I melt a little everytime he says, "I love you, Mom." Happy seventh birthday, Owen, I love you so, so much.
- Life is pain...especially if you don't stick the landing.
- A tooth in the hand is worth $.01*2(t-1) in the piggybank.
- Blues are a blast.
- Superfriends are super great.
- What one lacks in pitch can be made up for in decibels.
- First rule of running club...actually involves stretching and isn't that exciting.
- Honey bees are awesome. Royal jelly...not so much.
- "Actually..."
- If you have to move, try to make sure it involves a space 3 times its predecessor's complete with a balcony.
- In baseball as in life, sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, but there's always another season.
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