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Road trip!

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Tom had to go to Raleigh to see one of his marines who was in the hospital, so we decided to make a day of it and take Owen with us (leaving Katie at home with Grannie and Papa). We thought it would be a special treat for Owen…which it was, after the tantrums stopped. He knew he was going with us—we reaffirmed it time after time—but it didn’t stop him from asking 74 times and whining for unknown reasons (like when Papa simply tried to talk to him).

Anyway.

He was a trooper on the car ride (and even enjoyed sharing our chocolate shake).

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He was a trooper at the hospital. He was a trooper at Costco. Then he fell asleep in the 15 minute drive to Trader Joes…

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…so he was a bit cranky when we woke him up…and he demanded he take his B with him out of the car (which we rarely allow).

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Then it was off to the park.

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And amazingly, he actually went down the slides—and liked it! (He used to go on the slides in Troy, but for some reason he stopped liking them when we moved away.)

Owenisms 12

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Owen picked up a toy Katie had been chewing on:
Owen: Oh! It’s ruined.
Me: It’s not ruined.
Owen: Yes it is. It’s soggy. Pause. Soggy. Say soggy.

Owen climbing on the furniture:
Whoopee! I love having fun!

And a new response to just about everything we ask him to do:

Me: Owen, you need to get the balloon and come back down here.
Owen: I can do that!

Me: Owen, please put your toys away.
Owen: I can do that!

Me: Owen, bring your milk and sit at the table please.
Owen: I can do that.

Me: Go turn off your [bedroom] stuff.
Owen: I can do that.

Me: Put your underwear on please.
Owen: I can do that. I can dooo that!

Katie was on the floor, pulling on Owen’s B that was hanging off the chair onto the floor:
Owen: No, Katie, this is my blanket. O-W-E-N spells Owen that’s me.

Yeah baby!

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Owen was putting away his Lego pieces by tossing them from about two feet away. With each one he got in the basket, he’d say “Yeah baby!” So it goes like this:

The piece makes it in.
Yeah baby!
The piece makes it in.
Yeah baby!
The piece makes it in.
Yeah baby!
The piece makes it in.
Yeah baby!
The piece DOESN’T make it in.
Noooo baby!

🙂

Will Katie be my good eater?

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So far she’s eaten avocado, egg yolk, banana, potato, canned peas, baby carrots, freeze dried strawberries, and pancakes. She doesn’t eat a lot of anything, but she hasn’t spit anything out. Her favorite is…yogurt! 🙂

Black beans, meatballs, and canned pears are on the lineup for today…and blueberries and sweet potatoes are on the shopping list.

That said, I’m finding it difficult to wrap my head around what to feed her since I’m SO conditioned from Owen not really liking anything when he was a baby.

Bath chatter

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Playing with a bath scrubby:
“He wants to go to preschool. He wants to play race cars and blocks and fun stuff.”

Holding a bath scrubby and moving it back and forth over his genital area:
“Can you see my penis? You see it? It’s hiding!”

Still pretending with the bath scrubby:
“Ladies and gentleman, I’m not going to preschool any more! No one is ever going to preschool.”

Owen is blowing my mind!

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So we’re sitting at dinner and I jokingly hold up a cooked baby carrot to him and ask if he wants to try it.

“Yes.”

Then grabs it and takes a bite. He seemed to like it but then didn’t want to finish it.

Oh. My. Gawd.

Is he starting to be…normal?

Then he tried the rice! He claimed it was too hot (it wasn’t, but I had mentioned it was hot at first so I think he just locked in to that) but said he liked it…but then refused another bite.

Still…I’m thrilled. We’ve had more new food tastes this week than the past two years.

YAY OWEN!!

New food #4!

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I’m still shaking my head in disbelief—and excitement!

Tom brought home teriyaki (steak and chicken, fried rice, and fried onions/zucchini) for lunch and I asked Owen twice if he wanted to try the chicken (it was super tender with a really yummy sauce) but he said no. Okay, fine, that’s honestly what I expected.

So as I’m finishing my last bite, he looks over and says “What’s that?” I told him it was the last forkful of rice.

“I try it?”

Wait, what? HE ASKED TO TRY IT?

So I scraped up a few remaining pieces of rice and he ate it…and loved it…and wanted more! I was done, but managed to scrape a few more odds and ends of rice for another mini bite—and he wanted more! I felt bad I didn’t have any more…but who would have thought he’d ASK to try rice?

Grannie said she was making rice for dinner so he could have more then. I kept my fingers crossed that he’d still be interested by then.

A Lego minifig head is exactly the size of Owen’s nostril.

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Wonder how I know? 😐

Yes, this was the first thing he actually stuck up his nose and couldn’t get out. I had to get the tweezers and threaten to take all his Legos away if he did it again.

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>>> FACEBOOK COMMENTS

  • Karen—And that item looks pissed!
  • Sheryl—Look at Owen’s face – did he get yelled at?
  • Katherine—It happens
  • Jennifer—Sheryl, not yelled at, but definitely told to SIT STILL AND DON’T TOUCH IT while I ran to get the tweezers…and to not do it again.
  • Andrew—*laughs* Poor Owen.
  • Jean—Remember when one of your “Brownie” friends stuck a Nerd up her nose in the car on the way to Cedar Point? OMG.
  • Kristin—My brother in law didn’t stick things up his nose. He stuck red hots up his SISTER’S nose.
  • Tammy—Poor Owen looks like he belongs in one of the Bad Dog pictures.
  • Jennifer—He was actually just watching Sesame Street. He wasn’t upset.
  • Jeremy—Whatever that is that was up his nose doesn’t look happy about it.
  • Nancy—Awww! That photo is just great! I stuck a crayon in my belly button and my mom took me to the hospital because I wouldn’t tell her what happened, I was crying, and it was red. Kids, man.

OWEN ATE A BANANA!!!!

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Owen shocked the hell out of me and asked for AND ATE a banana today. Just. like. that.

I was on the computer in the office and he was out playing his Sesame Street Xbox game and I saw that Cookie Monster was eating a banana. Owen came in to me to tell me he needed a banana. I was sure he just meant to play with it (to mimic what Cookie Monster was doing) and I said no, he didn’t need a banana.

A few minutes later: “Mom…I NEED A BANANA!” I asked if he was going to play with it or eat it—completely expecting him to say play with it—but he said EAT IT! So I said “Are you really going to eat it?” He said yes.

So we went downstairs, I started peeling it for him, handed it to him, and he took a bite like it was the most normal thing in the world and he’s been eating bananas forever. EXCEPT HE’S NEVER EATEN A BANANA IN HIS LIFE (aside from mashed when he was a baby) AND YOU KNOW HOW HE IS ABOUT TRYING NEW FOODS.

I was floored. FLOORED I TELL YOU! And perfectly giddy in my excitement—if we’re being honest.

He only ate about half of it BUT HE ATE IT! Without any coercion! Now to find videos of Cookie Monster eating some veggies!!

*As a sidenote, I really hope he continues to like them because that should help with the poop issues we’re STILL having…