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Year: 2013

GREAT JOB, OWEN!

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So, I’ve forgotten to mention that Owen has been wearing underwear—not pull-ups—during naps and staying dry (which earns him 15 minutes!). Yay! We also tell him that any time he has to pee, he can get out of bed…though he never has.

So after about a week of that, we asked if he wanted to try underwear at night (instead of pull-ups) and he said yes! And so far…he’s had all dry mornings!! So now we really only use pull-ups if we’re running lots of errands or might be in the car for a long time…but even then, we ask him what he wants to wear and he usually says underwear!

So this is all leading up to today, when—during his nap—he actually woke up, went to the bathroom to pee—then went back to bed!!!! YAY OWEN!!! A FIRST!!

Executive Decision

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Owen is no longer allowed to order any food at restaurants. Or, rather, we are not ordering him anything for the near future.

He has wanted French fries lately so we went to Red Robin and ordered him a cheese pizza (one of the few things he’ll eat) with fries. He saw the picture of a chocolate shake and wanted that, so we figured What the hell, it will be a special treat (he’s never asked for one before, but he’s had some of Tom’s so we know he likes it).

So the meal comes and…he refuses to drink the shake, he refuses to eat the fries, and he refuses to eat the pizza. He didn’t even want the yogurt we brought from home. He just drank two glasses of milk.

Argh.

So from now on? He gets his favorite cheese crackers, a granola bar, or fries (if we get them) off our plate. No more wasting money on food he might or might not eat.

I need my frog!

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Owen was playing and cracked his knee on his drawing table. Of course, the tears started. Tom put him on the couch and asked if he needed anything.

“I NEEEED MY FROG!!”

My first thought was Katie’s fluffy frog mat—and I was confused—but Tom was on the way to the fridge…for the cold pack frog! I was surprised Owen had even remembered it, as we’ve only had it out once or twice.

Owen is 3 years 11 months old!

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I was expecting a tantrum or lots of whining this morning when I asked to take Owen’s picture…but he was REALLY REALLY good for me—all smiles as I had to keep retaking them because his eyes were closed or he had a really funny face.

Unfortuately, I didn’t get a GREAT picture…and I thought I’d take more later in the day…but he didn’t feel well so we went with what we had.

Owenisms 7

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Owen was refusing to eat breakfast.
Me: Owen, you have to eat breakfast.
Owen: No!
Me: Do you want cereal or waffles?
Owen: No.
Me: Owen…come downstairs.
We start heading downstairs.
Owen: Pancakes…with chocolate chips!

Playing Xbox Lego with Tom, and Tom did something good.
Owen: I’m so proud of you.

Owen gave Tom a hug just after he got out of the shower.
Owen: Dad!! You just got water on my back.

From angel to demon in seconds.

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Holy crap. We definitely have a threenager. Owen was with Tom this morning getting a haircut and wasting time until Best Buy opened. He. Was. Awesome. The whole time. He even earned a treat at Big Lots. He was the picture perfect child.

Until.

They pulled in the driveway and got out of the car. Instant tantrum.

Seriously?

Nothing had happened.

He didn’t want to take his jacket off. He didn’t want to take his shoes off. He didn’t want to show me his new gun. He didn’t want to play his game (which he had banked a lot of time on for being so good). And on and on.

We were pretty sure he was just hungry so wanted him to eat breakfast.

NOOOOOOO!!!

Okay, a snack, then?

NOOOOOOO!!!

Crackers? Your favorite?

NOOOOOOO!!!

Okay, then you at least have to go sit at the table. (Which usually is a good way to kind of trick him into wanting to eat.)

NOOOOOOO!!!

I started my count: 1…2…3. Wow, I got to three. I rarely get to three. Which means I had to manhandle him to the table. Thankfully Tom was right there so he did it.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh my gawd. The tears and whining and drooling and non-stop screeching.

Owen, eat your breakfast.

NOOOOOOO!!!

Owen, please drink your milk or eat some yogurt.

NOOOOOOO!!!

Owen, what do you want to eat?

/unintelligible whining/

Owen, what do you want to do?

I’M NOT HAPPY!!!!!

/Cutting out about 10 full minutes of back and forth and lots of tantrum-y goodness./

Owen, if you don’t calm down, you’re going to your room.

At which point…he ended up in his room.

Long story short (yes, this is the short version)…about five minutes later we checked on him and he was calmed down enough to leave his room…and then he was happy as a clam and you’d never know he had even been whining.

SERIOUSLY?!