Tom and I tried a new-to-us sushi place tonight.
It. Was. Delish.
Year: 2013
A new noise
This is a new noise Katie has started making. 🙂
Morning chatterbox
I hear Owen go potty about 6:30—on his own! Then I hear him in his room playing with his blocks: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10. There!
Then I sense him standing next to me so I open my eyes and he’s RIGHT THERE. As soon as he sees my eyes open: Mama, I’m dry! And my stuff [his night light and sound machine] is off! I get 15 minutes!
Owen: Mama, you waking up?
Me: I need a few more minutes. My bed is comfy.
Owen: My bed is comfy, too! Come see!
Owen: Mama, say Indiana [Jones].
Me: Indiana.
Owen: You spelled Indiana! Good job, mama! Good job! Goooood job!
Mom, Katie is up!
I’m Iron Man! I have this [he points to something I can’t see] and this [points to something else] and now I’m Iron Man!
Owen: I’m dry. I turned all my stuff off. I pee-peed in the potty!
Me: You’re a good boy.
Owen: Yes! I’m getting bigger. Bigger! [He runs down the hall sing-songing “Biiii-gger! Bigger!”]
I love his stream of consciousness rambling.
Not literally.
Post-bath I was toweling off Owen and hugging him.
Me: Owen, I love you so much it hurts.
Owen: Mama! I didn’t mean to hurt you.
Awww.
Play group Owenisms
Watching a kid wave a fork around in the vicinity of his B:
Mom! He’s going to eat my B!
Seeing that a kid has emptied his bin of cars:
Mom! He messed up all my cars!
Owen misses daddy
This is what happens about once a week when Owen gets up from his nap and misses Tom. Usually he just says he’s not happy, but sometimes it’s a full-fledged breakdown. Poor kid.
Owenisms 8
We were sitting on the back porch and Charlie was meowing at the screen door.
Owen: Charlie can’t come outside. Just Maggie.
Me: Who else can come outside?
Owen: Me…and mama!
…
He is playing with the thermometer from the turkey fryer.
Owen: It says 15. It’s summer out here!
The wrong voice
Owen and I were talking at the dinner table and he was telling me something about a Backyardigans episode and for whatever reason, his voice started getting froggy. He noticed it but kept talking. Then he stops, coughs, and says “Mama! I had the wrong voice.”
Our last Christmas!
Grauntie Marge sent Christmas gifts so we Skyped tonight to open them. The robotic bugs were a HUGE hit with Owen (and we think they’re cool, too). Here he is, showing them off:
And here we are having fun with them in the kitchen!
Katie’s Gund Peek A Boo Bear
Another cute outfit!
Another cute outfit from Gramma Jean (Christmas) that I had to quick get Katie in because she’s just about out of size 6m already! Yes, we have another Owen on our hands. 🙂
Silly monkey…
Gramma Jean got Owen this talking gorilla bank for Christmas. He was—honestly—a little freaked out by it at first…so we just left it sit on the chair and activated the sound every so often. Well, today he was finally REALLY interested in it, so he moved all of his money from his old bank to this one, having a blast the whole time.
Potty Announcements
Owen REALLY needs to stop coming in our room at 0-dark-30 to announce he has to pee. And he doesn’t even just announce it—he has to get a response from me before he’ll go.
I guess beggars can’t be choosers, right?
A few seconds at a time.
She can sit up for a bit on her own…only a few seconds but it’s getting longer and more frequent!
Helping dad paint
Tom: Owen, are you going to help me finish painting this?
Owen: Yes I am! But I’m not done playing.
…
Owen: Daddy, what is that?
Tom: A desk.
Owen: It’s beautiful!
…
Owen: I’m helping!
And then for real—soooo serious!
Katie’s first puffs
Her first reactions to puffs!
And my favorite! Look—she sprouted three teeth! 🙂
Katie’s six-month appointment
Weight: 18 lbs. (was 15 lbs. 15oz.)—between percentile 75 and 90
Length: 28-1/2″ (was 25-3/4″)—99th percentile
Head: 17-1/4″ (was 16-1/2″)—75th percentile
For comparison, at six months Owen was:
Weight: 19 lbs. 7 oz.—so 1 lb. 7 oz more!
Length: 28-1/2″—the exact same length!
The doctor said everything looks great. She was just ever-so-slightly concerned that she hasn’t started solid foods yet, so suggested we try real foods instead of jarred baby foods (like yogurt puffs, grain puffs, mashed potatoes, avocado, etc.) and if she’s still not eating by 9m, then we should see a specialist. But I’m not worried.
She did really well with her shots—hopefully because I dosed her with Motrin before the appointment. She got two vaccinations and a flu shot (with a booster due in 30 days)…then fell asleep when I was halfway through my Sam’s Club trip.
Someone wants to crawl!
This is how she usually ends up:
And then she gets put back here:
In comparison, Owen was scootching pretty well at 6m10d (Katie is 6m3d)…so it will be close.
Daddy’s major fan
I couldn’t resist this onesie, considering it’s pink camo and Tom is a Major!
Watching football together…
The one night I don’t turn my phone off…
So last night I didn’t mute my phone like I’ve done pretty much every night ever…figuring I really don’t need to because I have DND (Do Not Disturb) on, which silences incoming phone calls unless someone A) is in your favorites or B) calls three times.
So what happens? Some unknown asshole texts me twice at 12:45am asking “who is this?” and then—since I obviously didn’t answer—calls me twice at 1-EFFING-am. Seriously? Who does that? And at 1am? And DND let it through because apparently 2 texts + 2 phone calls = 3 phone calls…??
I’m not mad at DND (though I am surprised) but I am so pissed I was woken up by some inconsiderate douchebag. I was tempted to call them back at 6a and hopefully wake them up. So after having just finally fallen asleep around 12:30, I was wide awake again. 👿
Oh, and I have ZERO idea who it is. It’s a North Carolina cell number I’ve never called or texted. And though their number was blocked when they called…it came through on the texts, so Tom called at 7:30 and got some chick’s voicemail, saying something to the effect of “If you’re Tim or someone I don’t know, forget about me calling back.” So obviously she’s having issues with a guy named Tim. And I’m sure she thought I was involved.
So since Tom refused to keep calling back, this is the texting conversation we had:
There should be something more painful you can do to stupid people like this.
One of Katie’s new outfits…
This was one of the outfits Gramma Jean sent Katie for Christmas…I figured I had better get her in it before she outgrew it! (And, it’s 70 today!)
And my favorite one, where you can see my reflection in her eyes.
The best way to grow!
Owen was helping me organize the pantry and putting jarred baby food away when I hear “The best way to grow!”—he saw the Earth’s Best logo and that’s their slogan on Sesame Street! Smart kid!
Appropriate Shirt Night
After a trying hour of appliance shopping/negotiating/waiting at Sears…
Almost every day, folks.
He doesn’t know what he wants, he just knows its not anything I’m suggesting.
Chip fail.
I tried to make sweet potato chips today…but apparently there is a very thin line between not-quite-done and blackened/smoke alarm going off.
Katie is six months old today!
Grandpa pants.
My most-used word on Facebook?
Why it’s Owen, of course. As determined by Wolfram Alpha analyzing my 3,930 Facebook status updates.
Dramatic Owen
Owen, laying in bed watching TV:
Today is a rough day. /pause/
I lost my dad. /pause/
I’m hot and sick. /pause/
I don’t feel good. /pause/
This is hard work.
Baby steps, right?
And Owen got up last night, too!
At 3am. 😐
And had to come in our room and announce he was going potty. 😐
Then left the bathroom light on when he went back to his room so I had to get up and turn it off (then tuck him back in). 😐
Baby steps, right? 🙂
I don’t want medicine.
This is what happens at the mere mention of having to take medicine. Poor kid.
We eventually snuck it in his juice, telling him that the cold juice cools off his fever.