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!
Says Owen.
Yes, he loves Xbox Lego Pirates of the Caribbean.
Then more bath cuteness:
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):
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…
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!
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
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…
A la his XBOX Lego games (Indiana Jones and Pirates of the Caribbean)—used to light campfires, lights (like in a lighthouse), cannons, and dynamite.
And it’s about as crafty as I get…a piece of wrapping paper tube and red tissue paper. 🙂
Like brother, like sister…she likes to watch herself on the camera.
I received this email from a friend today:
I don’t want to post this openly so as not to hurt anybody’s feelings but you and Tom have the most gorgeous babies.
Awwwww. It’s nice to hear because of course WE think our kids are gorgeous…but then what parents will say their kids are trolls? 🙂
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.”
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
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.
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?
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!
He doesn’t know what he wants, he just knows its not anything I’m suggesting.
Why it’s Owen, of course. As determined by Wolfram Alpha analyzing my 3,930 Facebook status updates.
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.
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? 🙂
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.
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!!
This is what we get ALL. DAY. LONG. Whenever we ask him (or tell him) to do pretty much ANYTHING.
This morning it was me telling him we had to go downstairs, but he could still watch TV.
😐
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 took a super cute video of Katie playing with Owen’s face and then accidentally deleted it. So this picture is a screenshot from the video.
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.
