The cute hat still fits! YAY!
Hat hair!

The cute hat still fits! YAY!
Hat hair!

We had a Halloween party to go to at our friend’s house, and decided to take Owen with us for a little bit! He wasn’t thrilled about putting his costume on…until we told him we couldn’t go on a car ride (his favorite!) until he had it on. Then he was very interested in putting it on! When I was drawing on his nose and whiskers with a makeup brush, he kept saying “Tickles! Tickles!” 🙂



And then at the party…


So Tom was changing Owen’s diaper in his play room, when Owen gets excited and says OCTAGON! Tom looked around wondering what on earth Owen was seeing (from laying down on the changing table) that looked like an octagon…?? He called me in and we’re both looking, as Owen keeps saying “Octagon! Octagon!”
He was referring to the tray ceiling. 88|
Then when we were eating breakfast, he looked up and again said “Octagon!” Yep, the tray ceiling in the dining room.
Later that day he noticed the one in our bedroom, too (even though it isn’t as noticaable because it’s not painted and it’s oblong).
What a smart whippersnapper.
You may want to turn DOWN your volume…the little boy gets loud!

After I put Bella in the carrier this morning, Owen immediately saw her and said “Oh no! Cat stuck in a cage! Help!”
Before hitting the golf course down at the end of our dead-end street…he had to get his feet wet! I think it’s physically impossible for a little boy to skip a mud puddle. 🙂
Just chattering away…
Running running running running running…
He loved (LOVED!) the flag.
And then back to the splashing…
And then home to play in his own water. This is him dragging his sprinkler to the edge of the driveway so it makes a waterfall. 🙂
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1c4TdVfc7U
Just down the street at the golf course is a pond where ducks and geese hang out. We finally made it down there with some bread…
So in our normal morning routine, I was in my bedroom doing stuff and Owen was running hither and yon playing and hiding and whatnot. He was gone for a little while but I don’t worry because I can usually still hear him.
So he comes in the room holding out his hand and saying “STINKY!” And I look and—yep, poop. Smeared all over his hand. UGH! The little bugger had stuck his hand down his dirty diaper! (I had actually been a little worried about this the past few days, as I had noticed him with his hand down there…but then I thought “Why would he do that? He’s NEVER done that!” and then kinda forgot about it. Until today.)
So I marched him into his room (making sure to take him by the wrist so he couldn’t touch anything) and wiped him down, changed his diaper, and changed his clothes. Thankfully none had made it outside the diaper…yes, I thanked my lucky stars…and he just kept saying STINKY! and POOP IN THE TOILET! (which is what he always says when he poops—he knows that’s where it goes but he doesn’t care about actually getting it there). Then we went and washed our hands in the sink.
Please keep your fingers crossed that this was a freak occurrence. PLEASE.
Since the weather was gorgeous and Owen hadn’t played outside yet, we surprised Tom by meeting him down at the entrance to the subdivision (which meant a half-mile walk to get there). Which then meant Owen could do something he loves…
So back in Michigan, I took advantage of a deal (Groupon or Living Social or something) for wall art for Owen’s room. They had lots of cool stuff, but since they were a fairly new company, they were offering personalization services for free—so I took advantage and had them design Owen’s name into a train. They actually emailed me three samples, I combined them into something else, and that’s what I ordered. We knew we’d wait until we were moved into the next house before we put it up…and it happened to be our old house in North Carolina. We had originally planned to put it in his bedroom, but there just wasn’t room once we got everything set up…so we decided to put it in his playroom…and he LOVES it. When he saw it, he was so excited—saying CABOOSE! CABOOSE! and then saying the letters of his name!

Yay! Owen’s 3T coat still fits him. Bonus that it was a fall coat in Michigan and will now be a winter coat in North Carolina.
I figured Owen was old enough this year to go pick out his own pumpkin, so off we went.

This was about as close as he got to any of them.

And this is where he wanted to stand.

So it was a complete bust. Again. I can’t wait until he enjoys these type of things…because it bums me out when I plan cool things and he could care less.
This is Owen’s favorite place to hide in the back yard. And he’s actually more hidden in this picture than he usually is—he normally just holds one twig in front of his face.
If you tell Owen to smile, this is still the smile you get!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1g-xRU2ZwY
He still loves his wagon! Thank you, Grannie Lin and Papa!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XawvUirvpt4
Sometimes he says he’s hiding, sometimes he says he’s under, and today he said he was trapped!
Well, actually it was softball… Tom called to tell me he was in a pickup softball game if we wanted to come. It was a gorgeous day and Owen was up from his nap, so off we went. And Owen was REALLY excited about the whole thing—he just kept hopping around saying BASEBALL! BASEBALL! BASEBALL! and was ever MORE excited when someone handed him an actual softball to carry around! Of course I didn’t capture the best parts, but I did get some to give you an idea.
And then running the bases with daddy after the game!

I hate school fundraisers because it’s always overpriced crap…but if a kid comes to my door, is polite, introduces themselves [and tells me if they’re a neighbor/on my street if they don’t already know me], tells me what they’re selling and what the money goes toward, I WILL buy something.
But these kids who ring the bell and just say “I’m selling stuff for school. Do you want anything?” and then just stand there waiting? Or see me sitting on the porch and yell from the road “Wanna buy some cookie dough?” Sorry, not gonna happen.
Do parents not coach their kids at all on this stuff?
I certainly hope by the time Owen is school-age, they will just take a monetary donation so we can skip the selling nightmares. But if they don’t, you can be damn sure he’ll be polite and knowledgeable about what he’s selling.

Our local volunteer fire department had an open house and we thought Owen would love it since he loves big trucks (especially fire trucks) so off we went. And of course, since we were SO excited about it (for him) he wasn’t nearly as thrilled as we hoped he’d be with his first up close and personal viewing. Even with the helicopter. Kids!
He had to take his B with him.

He wasn’t too sure about the dog…then got closer…and eventually did give him a high five, but that was it and then he was done!


I think he had more fun with the bracelet and the cone, for as much interaction as he had with it!

Sitting in the helicopter (after a bit of coercion).

Getting tired (it was very close to nap time).

Sitting in the fire truck!

Pressing the button to turn on the fire truck!

It was really noisy and he didn’t really like it—but there was a very brief moment of calm where I got this great shot…

…before he was DONE, which you can see by him pointing his finger down!

Walking back towards the exit, we saw the robot (and you know how much he LOVES robots!) but again, he gets shy or a little freaked out—and he didn’t get very close.

Hopefully he still had fun…because we did!
We hadn’t gotten one in awhile (hard to do when I’m the one taking most of the photos) so since my mom was here, I had her do it!

Gramma Jean taught Owen how to drink from a hose!

Getting tickled by Gramma Jean!

Playing catch with Gramma Jean!

Playing cars and blocks with Gramma Jean. The foyer rug is perfect for roads and garages and it got used A LOT during this visit!

Everyone watching The Backyardigans.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M172HjVXq1o
The slide has been in the garage since it got put away for the hurricane, so I got it out yesterday when I was getting things organized. Owen was THRILLED with it, and went down it about 20 times in a row. Of course, by the time I got my camera out, he was about done.