

Zack also squared off against my dad, which I can attest never ends well.

St. Patricks Day is a pretty big deal in Chicago, and our neighborhood does it up pretty big with a parade and plenty of green beer, so Owen got to attend his first parade (side note: we found out that our nextdoor neighbors are all the way Irish and moved to the U. S. 15 years ago - they like Owen's name but think it should be spelled the traditional way of Eoin). By this time Owen started pointing at new things, so he found plenty to occupy his pointer finger. Here is Owen watching the requisite firetrucks and bagpipers.


A later picture of Owen on his first swing!
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I scroll through all the pictures and they just make me smile (and preemptively miss him). He's such a sweet gorgeous boy!!
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