Project Santa Hat Photo went better than I anticipated (considering Owen HATES wearing hats unless it’s HIS idea)… These were the two keepers from the five-minute session.
Category Archives: Owen
Happy Belly Time
Comfy at Costco
Testing out a huge beanbag at Costco. I tried it, too—but it was hell to get out of by myself! We might have bought it if it wasn’t $140.
Annual Christmas Photo
It’s not too bad for a 10-minute process!! Maggie is the only one not cooperating—well, that and the flash, since I had it set for three-pics-at-a-time and my battery was dying. But it’s still a pretty good pic!
And then when we were done, Owen wanted to take some pictures. So he took this one! (Basically he just pressed the button and the camera did the rest—but he was still proud!)
Big Brother/Little Sister
Now that Owen actually likes Katie, I bought some Big Brother/Little Sister shirts for them to wear in sibling photos (yes, I’m THAT mom)!
First, we just set Katie on Owen and lots of rolling around and laughing ensued.
I love his look—like he’s 16 and saying I’m too cool to be here doing this. Or maybe even Watch it, this is my little sister and I’ll hurt you if you mess with her.
Then some smiles!
And then each kid with their own B. 🙂
Daily Santa Countdown
Santa’s beard is slowly filling up!
Owen is sad.
Wait until you hear why he’s sad. He actually says that all the time (though doesn’t cry all the time) and it’s such a strange thing to say we figure he had to have heard it somewhere but we haven’t figured it out yet. Or I guess he could have come up with it on his own…?
Santa Penguin
This is where Owen decided the Santa hat should go. 🙂
Camera placement FAIL
After dinner I held Katie next to Owen and she kept grabbing at his head and his hair and he was laughing hysterically. I tempted fate by grabbing my phone and quickly trying to set it up to record (I needed two hands to hold Katie) while Owen was still in the mood, so-to-speak. Unfortunately, you can’t see much of Katie, but you can hear Owen’s hysterical laughing.
Picnic!
Owen wanted to have a picnic, so who am I to say no? (We used the remnants of the Chik-Fil-A breakfast Tom brought home for me.)
Owen gets new cars
And Katie got some new bibs but she doesn’t make for a good video!
Thank you, Wendy and Toby!
Of course as soon as I stopped recording…
Wow. These are cool. This is the coolest helicopter ever.
Owen: Mom, the white car and blue car are sad.
Me: Why are they sad?
Owen: The red car won the race.
This helicopter is HEAVY. The cars are light.
Aaaaand it’s my turn.
My throat started hurting Friday night and Saturday I was achy and was thinking I had the flu (especially since I just got the flu shot) so last night Tom looked at my throat and said he thought it might be strep. 🙁
Of course, urgent care was closed (the card I was just given last week with their hours was wrong) so I suffered for the second night but was able to get in first thing this morning. And it was before the drop-off daycare was open so I had both kids with me.
And it wasn’t strep (yay!) but was pharyngitis (ugh). So at least now I have drugs. And hopefully this is the last sickness in the house for awhile…
Lorax Acting
Owen loves acting out scenes in the movie and singing along in different parts. Here he is pretending to be the main character Ted 1) putting on the goggles and 2) riding the motorcycle.
The Lorax
We recently got The Lorax DVD and Owen loves it. LOVES IT. It’s really cute and has catchy music so I don’t mind that we’ve watched it eight times in the last week, including twice today. 🙂
This is usually how it goes down, every time:
Me: Owen, what movie do you want to watch?
Owen: Lorax, he talks to trees.
Then he laughs and dances at all the same parts…but each time we watch it he talks about it more and asks questions. I love it.
I don’t wanna!
I can’t remember what he didn’t want to do, but this is how he expressed it.
Good morning?
Me: Owen, Katie’s looking at you.
Owen: NO! No more looking at me!
Owen: Is it time to play the game?
Me: No. Why don’t you come in here with us?
Owen: No, I’ll stay in my room.
Me: Owen, can you put your underwear on please?
Owen: NO! NO MORE UNDERWEAR TONIGHT!
Me: Owen, please go let Maggie out.
Owen: Please not.
Me: Owen, do you want to watch The Lorax?
Owen: NO!! ……. Yes.
Sharing space
They started out farther apart, then kept getting closer and closer to each other.
Smiles!
The whining is endless.
Owen has turned into Mr. Whine About Anything and Everything All the Freaking Time.
Just today:
Waking up from a nap? Whine.
Me singing to Katie? Whine.
Asking if he has to pee? Whine.
Asking if he wants a snack? Whine.
Tom walking down the stairs? Whine.
The cat walking by him? Whine.
The sun isn’t out? Whine.
Putting a pillow next to him? Whine.
Telling him its time for dinner? Whine.
Telling him we have to go downstairs? Whine.
Turning off the TV? Whine.
Asking if he wants to go outside? Whine.
Asking if he wants a juice box? Whine.
Katie cries? Whine.
I turn on the wrong Backyardigans? Whine.
The Backyardigans story doesn’t start fast enough? Whine.
I turn off the living room light? Whine.
Katie reaches for the wipes? Whine.
And once he starts whining, any action or talking will cause him to start again.
It’s tiring.
No, he’s not tired.
After a 20-minute tantrum about how he’s NOT TIRED and DOES NOT WANT TO TAKE A QUICK NAP…
Hopscotch attempt
I drew a hopscotch outline to try and teach Owen. I don’t think he quite got it. 🙂
Playing Owenisms
Tracing around my legs on the driveway with chalk…
“You’re long.”
Watching a girl walk by after getting off the school bus and she’s not responding to his shouts of hello…
“Girl…? Girl…? Mom, she’s not talking to me.”
Owen is 3 years 10 months old!
And wearing possibly the most perfectly-captioned shirt ever (I just had to buy it when I saw it):
The sick whining.
He woke up from his nap crying and by the time I got downstairs to him, he just couldn’t seem to stop. Everything I asked him just seemed to make it worse. 🙁
He obviously doesn’t feel well but doesn’t know how to express it—and isn’t used to it since he’s never been sick like this before.
It just breaks your heart. Grandparents, you might not want to watch. 🙁
My tired boys.
Tom was just getting home after 36 straight hours at work and Owen was sick…
Cute sick napper
He’s sick but still cute when he naps.
Poor kid.
Feeling icky is no fun.
Sick kids are no fun.
Owen has been sick for the past few days…basically just running a fever and being cranky.
And on the topic of running a fever, how annoying is it that I can’t get a good reading? I have taken Owen’s temp three different times/places (with the doctor-recommended temporal artery thermometer) and it varied from 101 to 103.5. Seriously? I even tried one with a normal digital thermometer and that didn’t help much, either.
- First temporal artery (forehead) was 103.5.
- Second forehead was 101.5.
- Behind the ear was 101.
- Armpit was 103.5.
- Under the tongue is nearly impossible so I didn’t even try.
WTF?! I guess I could break out the rectal if I was super worried.
So anyway…he wasn’t acting like he had a 103 temp which was the only reason I didn’t really freak out (and my mom friends told me that apparently 104+ is the new temp to worry about with kids these days as long as they’re acting okay and drinking okay—which he was). You’d think that with an almost 4-year-old I’d be well-versed in how to deal with a sick kid…but he’s only been sick like once before!!
The worst thing, I think, is that he HATES to take medicine in ANY form. He starts freaking out and crying at the mere mention of needing to take medicine. And even if you give him the choice of how he wants to take it (meltaway tabs, liquid from a cup, liquid from a syringe), he will still vomit it up every time. Well, most every time, but close enough to every time to say every time. 😐
When we were at UNC we had him try and take a melting tablet (seriously, it’s like a Sweet Tart—super yummy and sweet—that melts in your mouth in about 10 seconds) and he freaked out. Flat refuses to swallow. This time, he held it for like 5 minutes at which point he spit most of it out. Then he continued refusing to swallow until he had to say something. So all he got was about 1/4 of one pill, so 1/16 of the recommended dose. And of course he’s a whining snotty mess the whole time, like we’re sticking him with a hot poker. We did get lots of empathetic glances, though (we were in the children’s wing of UNC).
When we got home I thought I’d be sneaky and crush up a tablet into his yogurt. Ha. That was a laugh. After one bite I had grape juice vomit halfway across my living room. I think he’s just so aware of textures and changes to his regular foods that he just KNOWS.
It’s just SOOOOO frustrating.
O-W-E-N with an extra O!
Oooh, I like that.
Me: Owen, are you going to help mama clean up the house today?
Owen: No.
Me: Mama and daddy have to go to a party tomorrow night so you have a babysitter coming over.
Owen: Am I going to Uncle Tom’s house?
Me: No, they’re going to the party with mama and daddy. Miss Ann from next door is coming over.
Owen: Miss Ann? From next door? Oooh, I like that.
Lets hope he actually likes it when it happens. 🙂