All Boy...

Owen has officially earned one of many 'being a boy badges' - his first black eye ...poor kiddo!

Yesterday, Gran took Owen on a visit to Vicki's 'farm' to see the horses and chickens - he was freaked out for some reason by the horses and chickens, but got to meet the kitties - 'Bitch' (Butch) and 'Lellow Cat' (Sundance).

Vicki had gotten him a big Mickey stuffed animal, which he insisted on carrying outside ('O-ey do-doot' - translation: Owen do it) and he tripped over him and fell and hit his cheeker on the dining table - I guess he cried, but not much and then it was business as usual. He just had the mark on his cheek until this morning, when he woke up with the black eye (at least it's not a terrible one!) - poor guy, but he doesn't seem phased by it at all!

He wouldn't let us take a pic of him today, so we snuck a couple in while he was playing with the mail...