Me: Owen, it’s time to get dressed.
Owen: NO!
Me: I thought you wanted to go shopping?
Owen: Frowning and growling. No. I’m not happy. No one can make me happy anymore.
Me: How about we play Candyland when we get home?
Owen: Without missing a beat— Ooooh, that sounds fun!
Category Archives: Owen
Coming right up!
I was taking pics of Katie in her Halloween cat onesie and asked Owen to hand me a burpie (a baby B to him) so I wouldn’t have to move.
“Two Bs coming right up!”
Laundry is cool.
Owen noticed the seat to Katie’s jumper was missing and asked where it was. I told him it was in the washing machine—so of course he went to look…but the room was dark so he says “I have to turn the lights on!”
After he turned it on, he went to stand in front of the machines—both of which were spinning. He just stood there and looked back and forth (technically up and down) between the two a few times then simply stated “Cool.”
Today’s crash
Maybe we need to rethink the no-nap thing?
Candyland
First, the board is hideous compared to the one I grew up with. I’m surprised it doesn’t cause seizures it’s so bright and busy.
Second, Owen didn’t catch on NEARLY as fast as I thought he would. Talk about frustrating.
Third, he legitimately won all the games, and every time he won he wanted me to “come to the castle” with him (the end): “WE WON! WE BOTH WON!”
Fourth, he was much more interested in playing with the pieces post-game than he was actually playing the game. The pieces were jumping around (“Boing! Boing!”), they were bad guys, they were family, and they walked all over the living room.
And playing “treat game” with daddy:
The best part of my day so far…
He did this of his own free will!
Hiding from Frank!
Owen has started hiding from Frank, the big combine in Cars, when he chases after Mater and Lightning. I tried to hide behind my hands and he said “No! Hide behind the pillow!”
Crashed!
We’ve been trying no naps so that he’ll fall asleep before 9:30-10p…but sometimes this happens.
He’s always listening.
We were all sitting on the couch with How to Train Your Dragon playing. Owen was watching and I had Katie in my lap softly singing the alphabet and she was cooing back at me. He seemed oblivious…until I started singing the alphabet backwards and he pipes up “Stop! That’s wrong!” 🙂
It makes sense to him.
Owen: [Yawns]
Me: Owen, you’re tired.
Owen: No. You [points to Tom], you [points to me], and me aren’t tired.
Tom: What are we?
Owen: We’re on earth.
That’s water?!
This is why you never share drinks with a toddler—that’s water! (And his own cup.)
Mama, play pancakes!
Owen asked me to play pancakes. Yes, that’s exactly what I thought—HUH?
Me: We don’t have any pancakes.
Owen: Play pancakes.
Me: Do you want me to read Tyler Makes Pancakes!
Owen: No! Play pancakes! /claps hands together/
Me: OH! PATTY CAKE!
Yes, I’ve been doing patty cake with Katie for awhile now, and obviously Owen has been paying attention.
It’s just underwear.
I might have just turned most of Owen’s underwear a nice shade of off white by washing a pair of his new orange underwear in the same load.
It’s a good thing he won’t notice, let alone mind.
Racing!
Maggie was running along the fence with the next-door neighbor’s dog (the first time they’ve “met” since the renters moved in about two months ago) and Owen was playing with the pool as Tom was emptying it and dismantling the pump, etc. But then Owen noticed the dogs running (racing!) and had to get involved. If you listen closely you can hear him announce Maggie as the winner.
A cover up
Owen decided he needed to pile everything in the living room on me. Where does he come up with these ideas?
In poop news…
Owen seems to be doing better, but only in the sense that he doesn’t give us underwear full of poop anymore. I think with the lesser dose of Miralax, the poop is harder to squeeze in between Christian bookstore.
LOL!!—I had to leave that Siri* transcription because it was hilarious. It should have read:
I think with the lesser dose of Miralax, the poop is harder and sticks in between his butt cheeks.
We have generally been catching him in time to sit him on the toilet…sometimes it falls out, sometimes he poops it out, and other times we wipe it out. But it’s much less of a mess overall, even if we have to use 10 wipes.
Also, we haven’t gotten mad or upset at all. He still doesn’t like us to check his butt, but things are going much better. Well, until today when he decided he wanted to try and wipe himself. /shudder/
One day at a time is still our motto…
*Siri is the intelligent personal iPhone assistant that I often use to transcribe long passages when I’m on my phone.
Sweet response
Me: Owen, I love you.
Owen: Awwww.
:heart:
Owen’s walkabout
Skyping with Grandma, Owen is showing her all of his robots.
Then he decided to take Grandma Marsha on a walkabout. It was hilarious, because he doesn’t quite grasp what she can and can’t see and was in his dark playroom showing her a puzzle that makes noise when you turn the lights off.
Doctor Owen
Tom wasn’t feeling well so went to lie down in the bedroom.
Owen: Where’s daddy?
Me: He’s laying down.
Owen: Why?
Me: He doesn’t feel good.
Owen: He hurts?
Me: Yes.
Owen: I need to go give daddy a band-aid.
Awwww.
No, but awwww.
A little cat nap
We’ve been letting Owen skip his nap so he’ll fall asleep faster at night—sometimes he’s still up (in his bed, but awake) at 9:30-10:00—and for the most part it’s been fine. But today—especially after playing in the pool, I’m sure—he took a little catnap while watching the State game with daddy. It was soooo cute of course I had to take a picture.
And it was a true catnap—it couldn’t have been longer than 10 minutes.
Last day in the pool!
The pool water is pretty dirty—and draining as we sit here—but he was desperate to go in. And since it’s 75 today we figured he might as well get in one last hurrah!
Then he had to get in the tiger. HAD TO! He wanted help but I always have him try things by himself first…and he did it!
After I stopped recording, of course he got cuter—bouncing around saying Howdy pardners!
The best he’s been yet!
Owen was absolutely amazing during his haircut…according to Tom. No crying, no whining, and following directions—YAY, OWEN!
Boys and their games
Owen is really quite good at XBOX Indiana Jones Lego…he even figures stuff out by himself! But he loves playing with daddy the most!
Oh, the imagination!
Mom! Mom! Look! It’s Team Umizoomi!
Yes, those are foam crayons he’s holding (that go to one of his puzzles). But Team Umizoomi (one of his favorite cartoons) has main characters that are—yes, you guessed it—pink, blue, and green.
His imagination continually amazes me.
Should I get dressed more often?
I had a friend’s housewarming to go to (my old boss, actually) so I got dressed (nothing fancy), took my hair out of my daily ponytail, and put on a tiny bit of makeup and perfume. I walk downstairs and Owen says “Wowww! Mama, you’re so pretty!” And sniffed me. 🙂
Gee, you think I should get dressed and put makeup on more often?
They almost fit.
A few Owen morning tidbits.
Me: Are you ready to get up?
Owen: We’re gonna take mama’s car and go and find daddy!
Owen: I need a snack.
Me: You just had a snack. Would you like breakfast?
Owen: No.
Me: Remember, we have bagels.
Owen: No, I don’t want food anymore.
Watching an episode of Little Einsteins about Saturn.
Owen: Look Katie, it’s beautiful!!
(That cuteness lasted all of 30 seconds because he wouldn’t stop wiggling and she fell over.)
Today I was a zen master.
Or maybe I should say a zenpoop master? Or a poopzen master? Whatever you want to call it, I was it.
I was calm.
I was cool.
I was collected.
I promised Owen I wouldn’t yell at him again.
I told him it was okay if he pooped in his underwear (but I’d still like him to try to poop in the potty).
I told him he wouldn’t be in trouble.
You see, in talking about this whole ordeal with my mom friends, I came to the conclusion that the Miralax might actually be making it harder (in a sense) for him to poop successfully—since if it was making the stool too soft, he might not realize he had to poop and then OOPS before you know it, it’s there. And if he really isn’t able to control it, then OHMYGOD do I feel guilty about getting mad at him, you know? As a friend pointed out, he’s still learning what it takes to poop—especially since it’s different than pooping in a diaper, we’re guessing he had constipation and possibly pain issues, and now with the drugs it’s a different feeling/experience yet! Ugh, talk about mom guilt. 😥
Hence the zen master.
Luckily it was a pretty easy day so I wasn’t REALLY tested…but we still went through (I think) five pair of underwear. But there were no HUGE disasters, which I think can be attributed to A) him pooping quite a bit over the past two days and B) decreasing the Miralax dose (I’m hoping to hit on the magic amount that will make pooping easier but not create a holy mess).
Please keep your fingers crossed.
What’s wrong with this picture?
What was hilarious was I was sitting on the couch and couldn’t see him so all I heard was grunting and shuffling and I had no idea what was going on… I got my camera ready just in case. I’m glad I did. 🙂
A new cupcake!
Oooh! Look at the new cupcake!
