Owen is 4 years 2 months old today!

I didn’t realize until April 10—when I was getting ready to take Katie’s 9m photo—that I had completely forgotten Owen’s April photo! The first time I’ve ever forgotten! Turns out it somehow got deleted off my calendar so I didn’t get the reminder! BUT! Luckily I had taken some photos that day and one would work just fine! It’s a duplicate that I already posted…but that’s life.

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Random Alphabeticals

Owen happens to turn on the French version of Katie’s activity table then half sings along to the ABCs in French. He has no idea it’s another language, he’s just mimicking the sounds…but it’s hilarious.

I also sing the alphabet backwards (one of my strange skills) and he says “No no no!” But he’s obviously been paying attention because he has about the first six letters memorized. 🙂

He’ll also use just one letter but use the alphabet tune: A-A-A-A-A-A-A…A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A…A-A-A…A-A-A…A-A-A-A.

And, lastly, he sings the alphabet ALL. THE. TIME. Multiple times daily. I think it’s already been about four times this morning. 🙂

Why can’t anything ever be easy?

I recently listed a baby item on LejeuneYardSales—a First Years Kickin’ Coaster. I got an email from a lady and through a loooong and extensive series of texts, was also going to sell her our swing and some baby clothes (which I just hadn’t gotten around to listing yet). It was about $250 worth…but let me tell you the whole story.

Since the clothes hadn’t been listed, they were not organized or sorted in any sense of the word. There were some in the closet, some in drawers, some on the floor, and some in the garage. I spent a good hour or more today getting it all sorted and counted. Because she had said she would take them all (because I said I would cut her a bit of a deal if she just took everything instead of cherrypicking), I kept texting her as I found more (just two big batches, really) so she wouldn’t know how much cash was required. I even sent her a picture of my scratch sheet showing how many onesies, swaddles, 2pc outfits, blankets, 3pc outfits, pants, shorts, etc., and then sent the sheet showing the breakdown of prices (like 72pcs @ $2 = $144 and 8pcs @ $4 = $32 for a total of $176) and then showing my total price of $150. And I texted a picture of the pile of clothes. So with the other two things she wanted, it was $225. And she was fine with it all. And wanted that total so her sister would have enough cash. And she kept texting me that she wasn’t sure when her sister would be there. Fine.

So it’s getting later and later and just as we’re making dinner and trying to feed the kids at 5:30, a car pulls in. Of course. But I think “This should be easy. We load her car, she gives me the cash, 10 minutes tops.”

Ha.

HAHA.

HAHAHAHAHAHA.

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So, first thing…this deal is all sorts of convoluted. The girl who initially emailed me is about 3-4 hours away, but the stuff is for her brother…but it’s a sister (who lives here) doing the picking up. Ay yi yi.

She has a snotty nose kid running around—ugh—that Owen was trying unsuccessfully to engage because he was a little young (poor Owen—he was trying so hard!). But what can you do? This should be quick. She wants to look through the clothes. Okay, that’s fine, I get that—to see that I didn’t misrepresent the quality. I say I’ve also thrown in a bunch of bibs, socks, wash cloths, and some lightly stained onesies. So she picks through one of the five bags and I can see her start thinking something along the lines of “this is not what I expected”…and I get a bad feeling but I don’t say anything and just let her be.

Then she asks about the chair—the Kicking Coaster—which is basically a moving base that the kid lays in and kicks at the stationary piece and it slides along a track and lights up and plays music. I tell her that actually—BONUS!—it’s not missing a piece like I had thought, and it even works better than I thought (both of which I mentioned in the listing). She’s like “Is this it? What does it do?” I explain it. She says she doesn’t want it because it doesn’t do anything. Um, your SISTER is the one who wanted it—you’re just picking it up. But I say okay, whatever.

She says she wants the swing can she see it. Of course. So I haul it over and she looks at it for like three seconds and says okay. Doesn’t ask for it to be plugged in or anything. And at this point, I don’t offer. So we get that in her back seat and go back to the porch with the clothes. She says “So, $150?” I say yes, for the clothes. No, she says, it’s $150 total, for everything. Oh no, I say, it’s $150 for the clothes alone, $225 total for everything. At which point she tells me there must be some misunderstanding because there’s no way her sister would have agreed to that much. I say she did, I texted her everything, with a clothes price and total price and she agreed. She was ADAMANT that I was wrong and her sister must not have understood. I tell her she can text her or whatever. She asks if she can go through the bags and just pick some pieces. I say no, not really, because I’ve already gone over this with your sister and she agreed to take everything if I gave her a good deal. She was still adamant I was wrong…so a call was placed to the sister.

And oh yes—SURPRISE!—the sister wanted EVERYTHING. :rolleyes: But the idiot girl who was picking it up didn’t bring enough cash (probably because she didn’t understand her sister’s texts or just flat out couldn’t believe it)—and then tells her sister it’s a lot of clothes and the mom-to-be probably would be too picky and not want all of them and besides she didn’t bring enough money. And then I get to hear the starting details of the money issues of this family. She was supposed to take the money from her sister’s bank account but didn’t get there so used her own money (which is why I’m guessing it wasn’t the full amount). Then after some back and forth, she hands the phone to me.

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Then I get to hear that she was paying out of her own money but her brother was paying her back but not until the end of the month so the $225 (or $150 for clothes) was a bit much. Could I do $100? UM, HELL NO. I said no, we agreed on $150 and that’s a reduction of $25 plus I got everything ready for you on short notice (remember, none of this was listed) and you said you’d even give me $25 for my trouble so really you are getting it for $125. Well, she asks, can she just pick out a few things? No, not tonight since it’s so late (by now it’s like almost 6pm!), but if she’d like to come back again this week, sure. But the prices will be a bit higher since you’re taking up my time and only picking a few pieces. I wanted to add AND THIS IS NOT A F***ING STORE.

So I hand her back to her sister and then they converse in Spanish—which, man I wish I knew Spanish, because up until then the entire conversation was in English so you know it was something they didn’t want me to hear. So the girl tells me she will just take the swing…do I have change? Nope. “Not even your husband?” Nope, sorry, we don’t carry cash. Which we might have had cash but at that point I was done with her. So she’s counting and counting and then says “How much for the swing and chair?” $75. Well she doesn’t have that change, either, so it’s off to the nearest gas station (5 miles either way) and she’ll be back. She unloads the swing and takes off. I haul everything in and Tom is like “WTF? Why didn’t she take anything?” I tell him the story and we make bets if we see her again. About 30 minutes later she pulls in and hands me $75. I say “Oh, so you want the chair, too?” No, she says, just the swing. I should have just taken it, but I am honest, so I said it was just $50. So I get $50, she tells me she’s done doing deals for her sister and she has told her sister that if she wants to drive here she can do the deal herself.

Good riddance.

Owenisms 14

He’s been a chattering fool today. This is only a smidgen of what he’s said…mostly in the last 15 minutes. 🙂

We were driving to my doctor appointment this morning.
Owen: Are you still mad at the doctor?
Me: Gobsmacked that he remembers me saying that THREE weeks ago. No, I’m not mad at the doctor. She tried to help me and I was frustrated.
Owen: The word of the day is frustrated.

Owen: Mama. Remember? Last night when I found all the eggs?
Me: Yes, you found a lot of eggs!
Owen: THERE WAS ELMO AND A TIGER AND AN ELEPHANT AND A FOOTBALL BY THE SHED! AND I GOT LOTS OF CANDY! And the carrots were gone!

Owen: Mama, can I play my game?
Me: How about when daddy comes home?
Owen: Why?
Me: Mama doesn’t know how to play that game.
Owen: How about pirates? You know how to play pirates! You jump and sing.

Owen: Mama, I need my milk. I need more energy!

Owen: Mama, I need to go poop.
Me: Don’t tell me—just go to the bathroom.
He goes in the bathroom.
Owen: Come wipe me.
Me: Did you poop yet?
Owen: No.
Me: Is it in your pants?
Owen: Yes…it’s not that bad!

Owen: Playing. Mama, I’m hurt!
Me: Are you okay?
Owen: Yes, it’s okay. I’ll be okay. It’s just my pinky toe. I need a doctor to fix my pinky toe and make it feel better.

He tripped running across the room.
Me: Are you okay?
Owen: Yes—I went kerplunk.

Owen: Setting two stuffed animals next to him on the steps. Okay, let’s all sit together and say cheese! PICTURE!

Owen: MAMA! LOOK! ON THE DOOR!
Me: What?
Owen: There’s bad guys! All over!
He grabs a plastic ice cream cone and turns it into a gun. MAMA! COME ON! COME HELP ME GET THE BAD GUYS!

Owen: HOLY WAH!
Me: What?
Owen: There’s a race car way up there. That’s silly. That’s goofy. A race car on top! Mom you have to come check this out. You have to follow me.
I am typing this as he says it so I’m not moving yet.
Owen: Mama! You’re not moving. You’re on the couch.
I get up to look at the car. It’s magnetized so I move it to the garbage can where it sticks.
Owen: Cool! I can see it with my eyebrows!

Dentist time!

Wow. Owen could not have been more awesome at the dentist today!!

Full cleaning.
Full flossing.
Full X-rays.

No whining.
No refusals.
No stubbornness.

Such a difference six months makes.

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Then when they put his X-rays on the monitor he says “Awesome!” And he thanked the hygienist. And he agreed to share his ice cream (treat) with the dentist!

So I was just planning on giving him ice cream at home but he said he wanted a cone…so I pulled into McDonalds. They took so long with the car in front of me that the cone was dripping by the time I got it. So I cleaned it up and handed it back to Owen. Well, a mile down the road after waiting in traffic the cone was dripping all over Owen.

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So I had to take a quick detour into the Best Buy parking lot to clean up the melty cone, wipe down Owen, take the paper off the cone, and clean up the drips on the car seat. :/

Happy Easter!

Once again, Owen loved looking for eggs! It was a bit rainy, but that didn’t dampen his excitement at all!

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Now, how did the Easter Bunny know that Owen wanted Lego minifigures? Amazingly, he got three new ones! (Unfortunately, it took the Easter Bunny eight new packs to get those three. 🙁 )

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As Owen picked up each egg from his basket, he’d say “There’s something in there!” Like he couldn’t believe EACH egg had something in it, even though he’s never had empty eggs before. It was funny.

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Oh! And before he even went outside to get the eggs, he noticed his easter basket that the Easter Bunny had hidden in the new playroom cubby. I thought he’d have to hunt and search and look high and low…and he saw it almost as an aside. Kids!

After a brief meltdown when Owen couldn’t remember where he put the bunny ears (after I’d left them on the table for the express purpose of using them after both kids were dressed), I got these:

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Easter Egg Hunt

Today was Owen’s first honest easter egg hunt with a bunch of kids! One of the moms in my mommy group had organized a get-together with some of her neighbors and the mommy group moms. I am SOOO glad we decided to go… It was the first time Tom had seen Owen with more than a handful of kids—and it was amazing.

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This was his slam dunk:

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Tom trying to show Owen how to hit the ball:

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He did, but then that was it and he was off to the next thing:

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The start of the egg race, which was taking place to keep the kids out of the back yard while the older kids were hiding the eggs:

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Slow but steady…

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Race over, no one cared who won!

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Getting ready to go hunt for eggs!

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Rushing in! Half the kids came in each side of the yard. Owen was just thrilled—and it was hilarious because he could see other eggs while he was picking up the ones in front of him, but had a hard time actually getting the ones in front of him because he was so enamored with seeing all the other eggs that he wasn’t close to yet!

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He even braved the bouncy house (which he DOES NOT like to play in) because there were a handful of eggs inside!

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His successful haul!

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The entire gaggle of kids! I think the youngest was 2 and the oldest was 6.

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A family shot, taken by a friend. (Then I took their family shot—she’s like me and rarely is in the photos!)

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Owen torturing the girls on the trampoline with a fake snake! They were all screaming and he was just laughing and having a great time.

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Swinging the snake around. All I could think of was my mom telling me how her brother did that to her WITH REAL SNAKES when they were kids…

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Then he got all sneaky and shoved the snake through the opening in the side of the net. He was so proud of himself! What a stinker!

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Then, right as we were getting ready to leave, they were handing out popsicles. Owen didn’t want one, but then asked a little girl if he could have a bite of hers. The mom was standing there (and knows about Owen’s food issues) so told her daughter it was okay. So Owen took a bite! He didn’t love it, but at least he tried it!

Revamped Playroom

With the help of my stepsister Kathryn who went to her local (Atlanta) IKEA to pick up the shelf for me…and then hauled it to Myrtle Beach where I then picked it up at my parent’s condo…and then Tom putting it together…we now have a revamped playroom!

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When I showed it to Owen for the first time, his eyes got really wide as he said “HOLY MACKEREL!” 🙂

Then I told him everything had its own basket.

Me: Cars go here.
Owen: Yeah!
Me: Trains go here.
Owen: Yeah!
Me: Animals go here.
Owen: YEAH!
Me: Puzzles are here.
Owen: YEAH!

🙂

Well THAT was unexpected.

So just now, Tom was watching TV and I was the office on the computer when we hear this…NOISE. I thought it sounded like a door slamming downstairs (impossible) and Tom thought it sounded like Owen jumping around his room…so he went to investigate.

And found Owen had fallen out of bed! 😯

He was in the middle of his floor and the stool was tipped over and he was crying and crying. Tom asked him what happened and he didn’t really answer. Tom helped him get back into bed and he apparently fell right back to sleep.

What the WHAT?! That’s NEVER happened! (Well, I guess, at least not that we’ve heard or been awake for…though I think it would wake me up.) Of course my mind rushes to sleepwalking…so we’re hoping this was a one-time thing.

Poison Control

Well, we just survived our first Poison Control Center call (800-222-1222). And we now know that STINK FREE Urine Odor Remover is non-toxic, even though it doesn’t say it anywhere on the bottle.

It was Katie. She was upstairs with Tom and Owen while I was making dinner. Our best guess is that she knocked it over and either got splashed or she then licked the bottle or carpet.

It was my fail because I left the flip-top lid open for some unknown reason, thinking that we wouldn’t be in the upstairs living room anytime soon. It was Tom’s fail because he was roughhousing with Owen and wasn’t playing close attention to what she was doing.

We first called the 800# on the bottle and they were less than helpful. The lady that answered the phone was obviously unprepared for URGENT calls of that magnitude and pretty much said “Well, um, we’ve had it happen before and nothing bad happened. But I’d still take her to the doctor.” Then said she’d transfer me to someone who knew more about the product, but that sent me to voicemail.

So then I remembered that I had the Poison Control number in my phone (and have ever since I was pregnant with Owen) but had just never had to use it before. The woman there was helpful—even though the bottle had zero ingredient information—and was able to tell us after about a minute that the stuff was non-toxic. WHICH MIGHT HAVE BEEN NICE TO PUT ON THE BOTTLE NEXT TO “KEEP AWAY FROM CHILDREN.”

So, it was a touch scary for about 10 minutes—I was pretty sure she hadn’t ingested much so didn’t want to freak out, but we couldn’t just ignore it completely. This weekend we’re going on a major cleaning and picking up spree (since she can now pull herself up and reach things she couldn’t before)…

It’s my turn.

I’ve been coughing and hacking up phlegm for a month now. Owen used to ask me EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. if I was okay…which, while sweet, did get annoying at about week three.

However, tonight was a new one. I did my usual cough and hack into the sink and Owen came out, said “It’s my turn!” then fake coughed and fake spit into the sink. 🙂

By the way, today was Day 32 and I think it’s worse than it was before. And my doctor’s appointment isn’t until next Tuesday. 😐