When I picked Owen up from school today, he asked where Papa and Grannie were. I reminded him they went home today and that I took them to the airport after we dropped him off at school.
Owen: But I don’t want them to go home!
Me: I know, buddy. I miss them…and Katie misses them.
Owen: I miss them, too—heh heh—I mean me three!
I just found this post from September 7 at 9:45am that I thought I had posted…
I bought Owen a new size, so his old shirt got handed down to Katie! Now we have three cookie monsters!
And Katie’s first wearing at 15m compared to Owen’s first wearing at 9m:
I took Owen out for a special treat—a movie! We saw Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs 2 (he’d seen the first one).
He really enjoyed it, and his favorite characters were the Watermelophants:
Mine were the Shrimpanzees:
If you want to see all the other cute and clever Foodimals check out their wiki.
All the way home we were chasing Watermelophants and he was Flynn, the main character. 🙂
I requested Lin’s apple pies for the freezer, so that was today’s project…and Owen was “helping.” Lin said he was very patient the whole time. 🙂
Owen was playing with Stuffy (the blue dinosaur from Doc McStuffins) and was attaching him to the apple peeler using a rubberband as a safety harness.
While I was organizing in the garage, I ran across old “treats” that I never gave to Owen. One was this project that I had Grannie help him with today.
He is getting a lot better at coloring!
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Owen (and Grannie and Papa) surprised me tonight!
And then we enjoyed cupcakes—some of us more than others! 🙂
This week’s theme at school was Emotions. Owen came home Friday with this.
HAPPY!
SAD!
He needed a short-sleeve shirt to match his olive pants, and I found this one at the resale shop. When I told him he had to wear it, he said he didn’t want to. I told him he had to. He said it didn’t match. I said it did. He finally put it on but wasn’t happy about it. Then I told him it really looked like a shirt Braxton (his buddy) would wear…and then he was happy about it! He also loved his new robot socks!
As soon as we got home from the dentist, Owen wanted to practice some more!
Owen didn’t want to go to the dentist and he was cranky for the first few minutes in the chair…but then after a promise of a special treat if he behaved…all was well.
And he didn’t have any cavities so he gets his picture on the wall and his name in a drawing for a Toys R Us gift certificate!
Papa wanted to surprise Owen with his own baseball bat so he got it the other day and planned to give it to him after school before his dentist appointment when we’d be at the playground.
Then after a few quick attempts and after getting his grip and stance corrected, he was hitting most of my pitches! We were stunned. They weren’t perfect, of course, but I’d guess he was at least making some sort of contact on 80% of them…and probably good contact on 50% of those! He even smacked me with a ball a few times and had me ducking more than once as a ball whizzed by me.
While we were playing, Tom happened to Skype in, so he could watch Owen! It was awesome! Tom loved it!
An assignment came home in Owen’s folder today. I told him he had homework.
Me: Do you know what homework is?
Owen: No.
Me: It’s work your teacher sends home that you need to do before you go back to school.
Owen: I don’t want to.
I assured him it would be easy and fun. Of course, he was done in about 15 seconds. 🙂 The only assistance I gave was reading the instructions and suggesting he make his circles a bit smaller.
Since he flat out refuses to take liquid medicine and turns into a screaming crying snotty hot mess, we had to try something else. So we’ve been practicing swallowing mini M&Ms and he’s gotten good at that…so I decided it was time for the real thing. I’m pretty sure he has allergies (I definitely do and Katie was diagnosed yesterday) so he needs to take something.
I was just going to split mine in half (because they’re small to start so would be super small broken in half—plus wouldn’t require me to buy anything) but all the dosing info I could find said even half was probably too much…plus my parent friends said a jagged half-pill would be harder to swallow. So it was off to a Walgreens where I stood like a zombie in front of the allergy section, looking for the tiniest pill he could take. I settled on Claritin, which is actually smaller than a mini M&M.
When Owen got home from school, it was time. I set the pill down along with some of the mini M&Ms and explained he had to swallow the pill and then he could have the M&Ms. I told him it was medicine (I had debated that, but thought I’d better be honest) and as soon as he heard that, the refusals and hot mess started. Nothing I was saying mattered. Papa got to witness it and was amazed. (I’m not sure he fully understood or believed my stories about how Owen reacts to medicine.)
I told him the pill would help his runny nose. Nope.
I told him it would make him feel better. Nope.
Then I told him that daddy takes pills for allergies, mama takes pills for allergies, Grannie takes pills for allergies, and Katie takes medicine for allergies. He says “So everyone takes pills?” Yes, buddy, pretty much.
Then like it was no big deal whatsoever he popped it in his mouth, took a drink, and was done in three seconds.
Of course I made a huge spectacle about it, saying “Wait a minute. You did not just take that pill. Let me check your mouth. I think it’s hiding!” And of course I was making sure he really did swallow it. 🙂
So now I’m just hoping each day goes a little smoother…and that we work up to larger sizes (because not everything comes in teeny pills) but I’m actually amazed at how well he did.
Go, Owen!
Papa got Owen a football tee so he could practice kicking. The grass was a little too soft so they had to start in the driveway.
Fumble recovery!
Practicing setting it up.
Papa’s turn!
Katie still wasn’t herself and just wanted to be held, so it was Grannie’s turn. Katie was interested in the Costco booklet, so that’s what they were reading. Then Owen wanted to be part of the action.
Katie’s 15m well-visit was today, and she passed with flying colors! He asked if she was eating her fruits, veggies, and meats (yes), if she could throw a ball (yes), if she knew five words (yes), and if she was walking on her own (yes, running!).
Weight: 23lbs. 15oz. (was 21lbs. 11oz.)—66th percentile (was 65th)
Height: 32-1/2″ (was 30-1/4″)—back up to 95th percentile (was 80th)
Head: 18-3/4″ (was 18-1/2″)—88th percentile (was 65th)
And for the sibling comparison, at 15 months, Owen was:
Weight: 28lbs. 12oz (95th percentile)
Height: 34″ (Above 95th percentile)
Head: 48cm (75th percentile)
Katie has allergies and is now on a low dosage of Zyrtec. I’m sure that’s what Owen’s snot and coughing is about, too, but it wasn’t his appointment so the doc couldn’t really do anything official. But, Owen was allowed to get his flu shot…and holy cow was that a drama. Of course he didn’t want a shot and just about pulled the “stiff as a log you can’t move me” crap, but I managed to get him in the room and as I’m literally shoving him to lay down on the table and keep him from flailing about and he’s screeching and snotting all over, the shot was done and over and he was like “That was it?” Yes, you little shit, I told you it was no big deal. (He whined louder and longer than Katie and her four shots!)
Then Owen had his follow-up with the GI specialist next door. He was 60.2# and 46-1/2″ tall. Unfortunately, there’s nothing else to do besides keep on keeping on—it took a year to stretch out his colon so it can take just as long for it to shrink back. And in the meantime, we just have to deal with the messy undies and have him keep trying to poop. I do officially have to do a mini clean out every other week—hoping enough gets done over the weekend so it doesn’t interfere with school.
We got the wagon out of the shed a while back and finally got it cleaned out. Katie was a hot mess after her nap (due to all her shots) but she liked being outside and I thought she might like a wagon ride.
Nope.
So Owen played with Papa instead.
Then Katie was happy again—and watching them intently—so we tried putting her in with Owen.
Nope.
He wasn’t terribly interested in helping so I was lucky to get one picture.
I’ve been waiting for a stretch of nice days to take the pool down so it can dry out nicely, but it’s been raining for a week with rain forecast for the next week, too…so I decided to just start since I had help (both for the pool and the kids) and we had a few hours of sun.
I actually started yesterday by draining about half the water (to hopefully lessen the muck around the yard by letting it dry out for 24 hours). So today when I let the water start draining, I told Owen it was his last chance to get in the pool. (Papa had hoped to go swimming with Owen, but it just didn’t stay hot quite long enough.)
Helping me drain the water a little faster.
Then someone else joined the party…
Almost empty…
Hanging it up after a quick scrubbing…and Owen helping rinse it off (he even went inside/underneath to rinse the inside!).
Grannie was sick so Papa was the only one who went with us. He even went into the outfield to play catch with Owen!
Still happy in the stroller (it didn’t last too long).
Next up!
Both at-bats:
They only found one golf ball!
Owen is staying home sick today. He still doesn’t have a temp but he really wants to stay home.
He came and laid with me this morning and told me he threw up a little on his pillow… I didn’t think much of it because I thought he’d tell me if it was a real mess…then a few minutes later he says he wants new jammies because his were dirty. It was only then did I turn my bedside light on to investigate…and see dried puke on his jammies and his arm. 🙁 Then I went into his room and EGADS there was quite a bit of puke, mostly dried—on his B, both pillows (I’ll have to try and wash them), his quilt, and of course the sheets. We even discovered some in his hair. Poor kid.
Grannie helped get Owen cleaned up while I tore his bed apart. I told him if that happens again to come let me know right away so we can clean it up.
I hate to have him miss school if he’s not really sick, but it’s only pre-k so he won’t be missing much…and I’m hoping that he can rest more and maybe get the phlegm out. There’s no school Monday and I have to take him out Tuesday for doctor appointments…so hopefully in five days he’ll be over this crud.
I thought finger paints would be a good project for Owen to do with Grannie. Then at the last minute we decided to add Katie, too. Everyone had fun while Papa tried to stay out of the fray while Grannie helped Katie and I ran around switching out paper.
Since Owen didn’t have a fever and felt and looked fine this morning, he went to school (even with the cough). Lin and I were out running errands during Katie’s nap when I got the call about noon…he had been coughing so hard that he threw up. And unfortunately, he didn’t quite make it to the bathroom so made a mess. They said technically he didn’t have to go home but he was upset and crying and wanted to go home. They thought (and I assured them they were likely correct) that he was just upset because he didn’t make it to the toilet and made a mess. So I said we’d come and get him after we finished our errands. We were there within 30 minutes and he was happy to see us, but of course didn’t seem sick at all…he just had the cough. Poor kid.