Category Archives: Owen
Family Breakfast
Cousins at the beach
More sibling fun!
Owen doing Patty Cake with Katie
Sibling fun
At the beach with grandma!
Where’s the swarm of locusts?
So Owen was yawning today around noon so I asked if he wanted to go take his nap early…and he could sleep in my bed (since Katie was already napping in their shared room).
And he agreed!!! And I got proof he actually slept!
Except it only lasted 45 minutes. 😐
When I told Tom about it later, he said “WTF?!?!? I am looking outside for a swarm of locusts.”
Hee.
Today’s Outfit
Sunrise with Grandpa
Myrtle Beach!
Well, technically Garden City Beach, just south of Myrtle Beach.
It was a trip—so to speak—getting here, as I had to load most of the car myself in the rain and then drive the first hour in a major downpour…but really the drive was uneventful.
Hauling in the first of two carts full:
Then Owen asked grandpa David to go down to the ocean. Gramma Jean and I watched from the 15th floor:
Then I decided to be a good mom and go down and take a few pictures (since Gramma Jean could stay with a napping Katie). This is Owen’s new Aqua-Zooka toy!
Coming home:
Miss Katie crawling over and through everything:
Grandma Jean says:
It’s been chilly, but we’ve taken Owen down to the beach and he loves running in and out of the water, even though it is about 52 degrees. His little legs were RED when we brought him back in he first day! He had a smile on his face, so that was worth it. Grampa took him down the first day and was wearing his heavy coat and fur hat while Owen had shorts on.
Day 16: Urgent Care
So, my last 15 days have been fun:
- Day 1—Very sporadic light coughing
- Day 2—Sporadic light coughing
- Day 3—Sporadic light coughing
- Day 4—Consistent light coughing
- Day 5—Consistent coughing
- Day 6—Consistent coughing
- Day 7—Consistent hacking; hoarse
- Day 8—Consistent hacking with phlegm; hoarse
- Day 9—Consistent hacking with phlegm; hoarse
- Day 10—Sporadic hacking with phlegm
- Day 11—Sporadic hacking with phlegm; NyQuil
- Day 12—Sporadic hacking with phlegm; NyQuil
- Day 13—Consistent hacking with less phlegm but adding snot; NyQuil
- Day 14—Hard hacking with lots of phlegm and snot; NyQuil
- Day 15—Hard hacking with lots of phlegm and snot; NyQuil even though it hasn’t really been working (I’m up at all hours of the night hacking)
- Day 16—The day before I leave for Myrtle Beach…I figure I’d better get checked out just in case it’s something more serious. Also, a friend who recently had the same thing for three weeks said a hydrocodone cough syrup was the only thing that let her sleep…so I wanted that.
Of course I couldn’t get in to see my regular doc so they suggested Urgent Care next door. I’d never been there…and after today, I remember why I hate walk-in clinics. There were only five people ahead of me…but I waited almost 2.5 hours to get into a room. And then another 20 minutes to see the doc.
And I didn’t really like her.
One, she didn’t even listen to my chest! She just asked me questions and watched/listened to me cough.
Two, I had to argue with her about the cough syrup and practically had to BEG for it—she didn’t want me to suppress my cough because I “have to get the crap out.” I said “BUT I NEED TO SLEEP.” She says “Well how will you hear them [points to Owen and Katie]?” Um, excuse me, but THAT’S MY BUSINESS, THANKS. I did tell her I’d have grandparents around to help out, and it seemed to sway her. But I literally argued with her for three minutes about it. In the end I still don’t think she gave me cough syrup, but some type of tabs (?). I’m not sure yet but that comes later…
Three, she heard me wheezing a little and asked if I ever wheezed before. Huh? I said like ever in my life, when I’m sick, or what? She says ever. So I say of course (thinking DUH—every time I get a chest cold?!) so she says she wants me to use an inhaler. Huh? Okay, whatever, on Day 16 I’ll try anything.
Four, I never even got a diagnosis. Which I didn’t even realize until after I got home and Tom asked me what I had. 😐
So I pack up and walk across the hallway to the pharmacy (well, I had to walk outside, but it’s literally 10′ away under the same awning) and since the scrips are all electronic, they already had them. I waited less than five minutes (which is why I use this pharmacy) and I was on my way.
So I was almost home (15 minutes from the pharmacy, 25 minutes if you count the walk out to the car and getting both kids buckled in) when I get a phone call from the pharmacy saying the doctor just sent over one last prescription.
Ugh.
I didn’t pay close attention before I left the pharmacy so I missed that she only gave me two of the three she mentioned (I noticed there were three line items but I had bought something else but obviously it didn’t click). So I had to turn around and go all the way back for that one last prescription that I had had to fight for. 😐
I was pissed. In my mind, there was no good reason it didn’t come over with the other two, but a friend later told me that since hydrocodone is a narcotic, it requires an actual written prescription (not electronic). That said, she should have made sure I walked out with it.
Owen asked what was wrong and I said I was mad at the doctor and he said I shouldn’t be mad at her because she helped me. I hate when he’s smart. :p So I said he was right, and that I was frustrated (one of his favorite words). And he says “Word of the day! Frustrated!” I said yes, it certainly was the word of the day.
I called Tom to see if he could get it by chance, and he called back when I was about halfway there. I thought he had to work late but he said this could be a good reason for him to leave early, so I said yay and turned around.
So here’s hoping I actually sleep ALL through the night tonight…and get healthy soon. I’d much rather knock down drag out flu for two days than this semi-sickness for three weeks.
Pirate Owen
Monkey see, monkey do.
Attempted nap time
Tom came home from work early today and surprised us! I’ve recently moved Owen’s nap from 1:00 to 1:30 (as he only sleeps maybe 1.5 hours anymore) so he was still going to be up when Tom got home.
Tom wanted to nap (since he was up at 3:30 this morning) but Owen wanted to be with him, so Owen promised to TRY and nap next to him. I was downstairs with Katie and heard activity so knew it wasn’t going well. Then Tom yelled down that he was getting the Xbox ready for Owen.
Later, Tom told me what happened. He said it was so cute because Owen was really trying hard to be still and stay quiet but he was a ball of energy. Tom was sneakily watching him and saw Owen just grinning and grinning.
Tom: Owen, what are you thinking about?
Owen: Grannie and Papa.
Tom: What about Grannie and Papa?
Owen: They’re at home.
And then he was intrigued by the ceiling (which has an octagonal cut out). So nap time was over. 🙂
Buttered toast.
"Mmm. This is good!"

Katie goes after what she wants
And this time it’s what Owen has. 🙂
You can’t see me!
Owen’s new goal!
Egg noses
Fighting!
Soccer Break
Cookie Monsters!
Owenisms 13
Me: Owen, why are you chewing on that [the tail of the rubber snake, which is wrapped around his wrist]?
Owen: Because it gives me energy to run around.
Owen: Can I watch my TV now?
Me: No.
Owen: Please? Please? Triple please?
Me: No.
Owen: I need watch some TV mama.
Grannie: Why?
Owen: Because I have to. Pretty please with peaches on top. Very please. Very please. Very please. [Climbs on top of me and snuggles in.] VERY PLEASE. VERY VERY PLEASE.
Owen is dancing around.
Me: Owen, do you have to go potty?
Owen: No.
Dances around some more.
Me: Owen—GO POTTY!
Owen: OKAAAAAAAAY!!!
At the park, to Tom:
Owen: Don’t follow me. Go stand by mama.
I told Owen to go downstairs and tell Papa that he had to put on his matching Cookie Monster shirt later tonight so I could take a picture. I’m listening from the stairwell.
Owen: Papa. Papa! Excuse me—I have to tell you something. You need to put your shirt on tonight. TONIGHT! Mama is going to take a picture of you and me.
Owen is 4 years 1 month old today!
Road trip!
Tom had to go to Raleigh to see one of his marines who was in the hospital, so we decided to make a day of it and take Owen with us (leaving Katie at home with Grannie and Papa). We thought it would be a special treat for Owen…which it was, after the tantrums stopped. He knew he was going with us—we reaffirmed it time after time—but it didn’t stop him from asking 74 times and whining for unknown reasons (like when Papa simply tried to talk to him).
Anyway.
He was a trooper on the car ride (and even enjoyed sharing our chocolate shake).
He was a trooper at the hospital. He was a trooper at Costco. Then he fell asleep in the 15 minute drive to Trader Joes…
…so he was a bit cranky when we woke him up…and he demanded he take his B with him out of the car (which we rarely allow).
Then it was off to the park.
And amazingly, he actually went down the slides—and liked it! (He used to go on the slides in Troy, but for some reason he stopped liking them when we moved away.)
Kid cuddles
Owenisms 12
Owen picked up a toy Katie had been chewing on:
Owen: Oh! It’s ruined.
Me: It’s not ruined.
Owen: Yes it is. It’s soggy. Pause. Soggy. Say soggy.
Owen climbing on the furniture:
Whoopee! I love having fun!
And a new response to just about everything we ask him to do:
Me: Owen, you need to get the balloon and come back down here.
Owen: I can do that!
Me: Owen, please put your toys away.
Owen: I can do that!
Me: Owen, bring your milk and sit at the table please.
Owen: I can do that.
Me: Go turn off your [bedroom] stuff.
Owen: I can do that.
Me: Put your underwear on please.
Owen: I can do that. I can dooo that!
Katie was on the floor, pulling on Owen’s B that was hanging off the chair onto the floor:
Owen: No, Katie, this is my blanket. O-W-E-N spells Owen that’s me.
Sibling love
Yeah baby!
Owen was putting away his Lego pieces by tossing them from about two feet away. With each one he got in the basket, he’d say “Yeah baby!” So it goes like this:
The piece makes it in.
Yeah baby!
The piece makes it in.
Yeah baby!
The piece makes it in.
Yeah baby!
The piece makes it in.
Yeah baby!
The piece DOESN’T make it in.
Noooo baby!
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