No loafers for Owen.

I really would like Owen to have a pair of nice shoes. I’m not talking uncomfortable dress shoes here—just a pair of loafers for outfits that don’t really look good with Crocs or tennis shoes. So today at Marshalls I found a totally cute pair of Cole Hahn (!) brown loafers for $16 (!). So tonight I had him try them on—and of course you have to exert just a bit of effort (moreso than tennis shoes or Crocs) to get them on your foot, so he wasn’t used to that (being he really only wears tennis shoes or Crocs!) and OH MY HEAVENS the whining was amazing. And of course his final (final? ha! immediate) verdict was they were too tight. And of course I have no idea if he just doesn’t like them or they really were too tight. I have a feeling he’ll never have loafers—he hasn’t yet, why start now? 😐

Apparently any sentence with “underwear” in it is a joke.

Owen was telling me lots of “jokes” at dinner—pretty much it was just any sentence he thought of with the word underwear in it. 🙂

“What about…the chocolate man was eating underwear?! Ha! You get it?”

“What about Spongebob and Squidward in their underwear?!”

There were about six more but of course I didn’t write them down as he was saying them…

Pease!

I love that Katie says please (“pease”) when she wants something. However, now she needs to learn that just because she says pease she’s not necessarily getting what she wants…which mostly happens when she wants Elmo [on my phone]. She’ll even point to my phone when it’s in my pocket saying “Elmo? Pease? Pease? Pease?”

Katie’s 18m well-visit

Finding stuff to get into while waiting for the doctor.

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She got a wipe and was blowing her nose!

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Weight: 26lbs. 7oz. (was 23lbs. 15oz.)—78th percentile (was 66th)
Height: 33-1/2″ (was 32-1/2″)—still 90th percentile
Head: 19″ (was 18-3/4″)—90th percentile (was 88th)

And for the sibling comparison, at 18 months, Owen was:
Weight: 32.5# (96th percentile)
Height: 35″ (97th percentile)

I didn’t have any concerns, so I was surprised when the doctor told me that she was on the edge with her language skills—that she’s on the later side of language development. Hoo boy. So was Owen.

Interestingly, I hadn’t read Owen’s same-month appointment blog entry, so when I was reviewing it to write this post, I was amazed at what I read:

We told her we were a bit concerned about his speech (or lack thereof) and she asked us some questions and from everything we told her (him knowing some letters, numbers, etc.) she said she wasn’t REALLY worried (yet) but that she agreed it wouldn’t hurt to get him evaluated.

Wow. So at 18m we had been concerned with Owen’s lack of speech development and he already knew some letters and numbers! Katie doesn’t know any letters or numbers.

She should be copying (imitating) two-word phrases like “Mama eat,” “Owen play,” and “What’s this?” AND saying “two or three words that represent different ideas together” like “See dog,” “Mommy come home,” or “Kitty gone.” But the doctor didn’t seem very worried—she just told me to spend more time reading with her and always talk to her. I guess it could be worse…but we’re keeping our fingers crossed.

Figuring out Show & Tell is hard work!

On our way home from school, we were trying to plan ahead for show and tell this Friday for the letter P.
Me: How about pizza?
Owen: No, we can’t bring food.
Me: Popcorn?
Owen: We don’t have popcorn!
Me: Yes we do. Pineapple?
Owen: MOOOOM! No food!
Me: But all I can think of is food—pickles, pears, pecans, pretzels, prunes, peanut butter, pie, pumpkin! Hey! You do have pretend food that starts with P. Pickles, pears—anything else?
Owen: [Thinks a minute.] Plums!
Me: Yes!
Owen: And there’s a peanut on the tree!
Me: Yes there is! How about a panda?
Owen: We don’t have that!
Me: Playset?
Owen: No! That’s too humongous!
Me: Papa?
Owen: No he’s not here.

Owenisms 35

Owen came out of the bathroom with water drops all over his shirt.
Me: What happened?
Owen: I was thirsty.

Whenever Katie grunts, Owen says “Are you pooping little girl?” And of course she says Yes! because she answers yes to just about everything. And Owen finds it HILARIOUS. It is cute…until he does it seven times in a row at the dinner table.

Looking for one of his Lego minifigs:
Owen: Medusa? Are you in here? Hello?

Owen: Mom can I tell you something?
Me: Of course.
Owen: That. Was. Awesome. Do you know what was awesome?
Me: No. What was awesome?
Owen: Finding all the chocolates!

Our conversation one morning.
Me: Owen, did you poop this morning?
Owen: I DID!
Me: Did you flush? [Thinking he usually doesn’t which in this case is good because then I can see it—an unfortunate necessity.]
Owen: No! I didn’t, because you were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you up!

Gymnastics birthday party!

Both kids had a blast today! Owen started on just the bounce house…

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And Katie was having fun everywhere. She was a blur!

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Owen was then busy running and jumping all over! I didn’t even try to get pictures!

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She was really good—she just stopped at the top with no interest in the beam!!

The whole group!

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Taking a break on mom. 🙂

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