My son is the coolest

I know what you're thinking... another Owen love fest. Well, maybe so, but I've got good reason.

First, I'm not saying the kid is 'cool' in the popular sense of the world (though, I think he is that as well). I mean, the kid is as cool as a cucumber. I dare say near unflappable (minus the Dad factor, which can result in the aforementioned TNM). Let's review the facts...

We were moving some stuff up to Baltimore today. We had our boy off his nap and feeding schedule, being stuck in his car chair for long periods of time, half-sweaty most of the day while we handed him off from one person to the next while we moved boxes. Not a peep or a squawk... not once.

He even took an afternoon interlude to watch his dad fumble around in our new place's garden trying to plant some sort of organic matter (thankfully mom-mom was there to give some direction). He's sweaty and sitting in the sun, but all he's focused on is dad getting his hands dirty.

Then, after all the moving is done for the day, we plod our way back to DC in torrential rain, then head straight to a Trini-food lime with some friends. He's chilling, watching Paul Blart - Mall Cop, and contentedly being passed from one person to the next. He even suffers through his mom and dad staying late to discuss Congress business... all this without having eaten in nearly five hours and while having a dirty diaper, not to mention being past his bed-time.

Guess what, still cool as a cucumber.

We get him home, in a dry diaper and quickly fed... and guess what? You'd think this is a prime case for a TNM or bed time tantrum. I mean, he's had more than the trifecta of baby unhappiness...

But not our little Quarry man. He only requires about 4 laps around the room with dad quietly rocking him and he's out like a light. Not a single grumble, whine or squawk.

I prayed with him this morning that we would meet our day's challenges with strength, patience, and accuracy.

Well done, son... well done.

(update: hyperlinks added for context)