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Year: 2013

Owenisms 10

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Owen: Where’s dad?
Me: At work.
Owen: Silence. [He walks over to me, leans against the bed, and hangs his head down.] I waited and waited and waited and daddy wasn’t here.

Owen: Awwww. It’s a baby one.
Me: What is?
Owen: [Shows me a teeny hair clip from my dresser, then picks up a regular-sized one.] And this is the mama! I’ll put them together.

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Me: [Sees Owen doing the potty dance] Owen, go potty.
Owen: Oh! Yes!

Owen: Where’s daddy?
Me: At work.
Owen: Why’s daddy at work? I’ve got to get him back for us.

And then after we went downstairs…

Owen: Looking at the picture of me and Tom over the fireplace. He’s frozen. Up in the picture. He’s not going to make a wish for me. Wait! I got it! He’s going to make a wish for me! Mama and daddy are going to make a wish for me!

(No, I have NO idea where that came from or what on earth he’s referring to.)

Owenisms 9

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After finishing a level on Xbox Lego Pirates…
Me: Good job, Owen! We did it!
Owen: Mama, I’m so proud of you!

Tom: Owen, do you have pets?
Owen: Yes! Maggie, Charlie, and Bella!

Playing in Katie’s room while I’m getting her ready for bed…
Me: [As Katie is being super wiggly] Katie! You’re out of control!
Owen: [Pretending he’s talking on the phone] Hi dad. Katie’s out of control. Okay. Bye.

As Tom is wiping Owen’s poopy butt…
Owen: Dad! Don’t get poop on your hands!

Katie’s first boo boo.

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So, Katie still falls over once in awhile. This morning she fell backwards and landed on a plastic semi tractor/trailer…but didn’t really cry about it. But I moved the truck and put a cushy blanket behind her so if she toppled again it would be on something soft. So what happens? She moved and toppled sideways so she smacked her forehead right on this corner.

🙁

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And she cried…but only for about 30 seconds.

Fast forward a few hours and it doesn’t look THAT bad, but it definitely left a mark! (And isn’t she cute in another new cold-weather outfit?)

Different shades of brown.

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One of the moms in my group had a GREAT explanation for the “difference” (not really) between black and white skin.

Evie asked me a question after MLK day. Many would find it difficult to explain… but this is what I said. I held a white towel against my arm and asked if they matched. She laughed and said, “no”. I held a black towel and asked her if anyone she knew resembled the towel. Again, she laughed and said, “no”. I explained that we are all just different shades of brown. Flesh, blood and bone. Full of emotion, love and tenderness. We are all the same, just a different shade!

I thought that was simply awesome—and a perfect way to handle what could be a potentially uncomfortable or awkward question. The next day, this photo was making the rounds on Facebook and I thought it was apropos to her explanation.

Off to playgroup!

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I forgot to mention…I am now part of a mom group that has weekly play dates! A sitter that I met through SitterCity invited me to join after we REALLY hit it off! I love all the moms there so I am VERY excited to be a part of it! We switch hosting duties and I offered after my first visit!

Here’s the kids before we were off for the morning. Because it was CHILLY, Katie was in a cold-weather 6m outfit…

and Owen was in his MSU jacket!

Oh boy…OCD?

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Owen just got out of bed saying “Something’s wrong! Daddy! Come here! Something’s wrong!” So Tom follows him and Owen crawls back up in bed and points at his sheets that aren’t quite pulled taut. Like this (but this is our bed):

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And this isn’t the first time he’s been concerned with something like this (and not just at bedtime). It’s been a flipped up corner of carpet, a blanket askew, a closet door half opened…

A little sleeping in—thankfully.

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Well…Owen slept until 7:40 (a miracle in itself)! Then after he pottied I told him that Tom left him a surprise in the living room. He came running back: “I looked in the living room and there is no surprise!” I asked if daddy left the game on for him and his eyes got wide and he said YES! so I shooed him away saying GO PLAY! And then I got about another hour of sleep before Katie was making noise at 8:30!

Stinkers—both of them.

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It started last night at about 9:45 when we looked on the monitor and saw that Katie had her legs sticking through the crib slats…even though we have a breathable bumper on it. (It’s blurry since it was taken in total darkness so the camera couldn’t focus.)

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So I held the light while Tom unstuck her legs and we thought that was that.

Until about 2am when her loud screeching/whining woke us up. I checked the monitor and it looked like she had one leg sticking out again…but then she was quiet so we just left her and went back to sleep. About 3:30 she screeched again… I check the monitor…legs sticking out…not quieting down…not quieting down…okay, settling down…try to get back to sleep. SCREECH! Now she was flailing about on her stomach in her “okay I’m ready to get up” phase. Ugh.

So Tom went and got a bottle while I shut Owen’s door (because Katie was still making a racket). While I was feeding her, I heard a door shut, so thought Tom was just starting his day a little early and taking a shower. Except, no…as I was leaving Katie’s room, I saw that Owen’s door was open again!! Which means the little booger got out of bed in the 15 minutes I was in with Katie (and I heard his door opening, not our door shutting). STINKER!

By this time it’s 4:15 and neither of us can get back to sleep, though we tried. Tom got up at 4:30 and I wrote this blog post. Hopefully I’ll be able to catch maybe two more hours before Owen gets up…

You thought that was a good idea?

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While we were at Home Depot last week, we answered some questions about our water for a chance to win a gift certificate. Yeah, I knew they were likely going to call to get us to buy some sort of water service, but whatever, no biggie.

So they call to tell us HEY—YOU WON! Cool, the girl had said a $250 GC. So he goes on…”You win a free home water test and a $10 GC!” Oh, thanks. BIG WHOOP. We don’t care about the water test and a $10 GC isn’t really worth it to go through the hassle. But I say yes, because I am actually intrigued as to what’s in our water. We schedule for 8-9 on Friday, but say it really has to be at 8 before we start the kids bedtime routine and we go to bed. The guy says he’ll make that note. Friday comes and we have to reschedule because the guy who does the tests had been in a minor car accident. We reschedule for Monday at the same time, reiterating it really needs to be near 8. Fine.

Fast forward to tonight, Skyping with the grandparents, talking on the phone to other grandparents, putting Katie to bed, putting Owen to bed late at 8:45…when Tom says “Why is there someone in front of our house?” Oh yeah, the water guy—we had totally forgotten—but it was 8:50 and we were on our way to bed. So we turned off the lights and watched from the balcony in the dark. And after five minutes of watching (so, 8:55), he walked up our lawn and I was thinking he’d just leave a card or something. But NO. He rings the doorbell, which is VERY LOUD AND VERY LONG.

Tom goes down there and the guy says “Hi! I saw you turn off your lights so I figured it wasn’t a good time…” SO SINCE YOU FIGURED IT WASN’T A GOOD TIME YOU THOUGHT RINGING THE BELL WOULD BE A BETTER IDEA? 👿 Long story short, he will have them call to reschedule…at which point I will say thanks but no thanks, mail me my gift certificate (which I’m sure they won’t do).

And this is why I usually never give my number for anything…and why I will go back to NOT doing so again.