A Parent's History Of Owen Martin Rucins - Pt. 1

This blog started well into Owen's first two years, so we now return to the recent past and take a look at some key moments, or at least good photos, of Owen's early months.

In our first installment, we exam the name that might have been. Oscar was Owen's original moniker, but it fell in the delivery room to the likes of Oliver and Wes and finally to Owen. Add the middle name Martin, which is in tribute to Owen's late grandfather, Myra's father, Martin Mazzei. The last minute name change meant we already had some gifts with Oscar emblazoned on them, including the cap seen here. Owen seems a bit surprised, doesn't he?

I Won The Lottery! Sort Of.

Although I am only 23-months-old, I have played the lottery three times. Not a lottery to win some scratch, rather to get into a safe, accredited, quality pre-school. Like my much older parents I don't quite understand why our government doesn't provide for this kind of service for all the children in this country, but dad assures me that our military is kick-ass and that's what really matters to most in power.

I was crushed when I lost all three lottery attempts. But mom and dad kept on digging for new options, until yesterday, when Chalk Preschool called to say that the last winner had backed out and I guess I was the runner-up. Woo hoo. I start on June 2 and it's only three days per week, but may jump to five in July. Wish me luck and check out Chalk by clicking the logo below.