Jenny outfit, part 3.

Well, just the jacket, really. 🙂 This is the next item from the Jenny’s-old-clothes-for-Katie drawer. She wasn’t being especially cooperative this morning so no super cute photo.

Then Owen chimed in and said “I want to sit with her!”

And hugging her. I think. Well, at least he’s loving on her even if it really isn’t a hug per se.

We have a shadow!

After being gone on vacation for five days/four nights and then being gone again most of Tuesday…Owen is our shadow.

  • I go upstairs to take a shower…and he has to come upstairs with me and watch TV in our room: “Mama, I come upstairs with you? Very please?”
  • He wants to go upstairs to play his new Elmo Xbox game and says “You come up with me?”
  • Tom goes to the bathroom/garage/bedroom/anywhere out of sight: “Where’s daddy? Where’s my dad?”
  • I walk out of his sight: “Mama, where are you going? You stay here with me?”

It’s soooo cute…yet so sad and pathetic.

At one point, Papa and Grannie left to go out to dinner, and Papa came upstairs when they got home. As soon as Owen saw him, he started freaking out and crying, saying “Don’t leave! You stay here!” Poor kid thought that we were going to leave again because they were back.

I hope we’re out of this phase soon because it just breaks your heart (especially because we have to be strong and not cave in).

It’s good to be home!

I honestly didn’t really miss the kids until we were on our way home…

And then it was pure awesome seeing Owen come running out of the house to give us both hugs! He was SO excited that we were home! And it feels like he changed a ton—his vocabulary and enunciation seems better and he even seemed lighter!

I hate leaving him, but I like the welcome home greeting we got!!

Owen’s first swear word!

We were sitting around this morning before we headed to the airport, and Owen was playing on the iPad. I wasn’t really paying close attention to him but my ears suddenly perked up when I swear I heard him say dammit. I brushed it off as just not hearing him correctly (it was almost a whisper) but a minute or so later he said it again!

“Dammit. I can’t get /whatever/.”

I turned to look at Linda and said “Ah, his first swear word.” And she agreed that’s what she thought he had said before.

I am not 100% sure where he picked it up, though I’m pretty sure it was me—as I’ve been known to let it slip now and again. And at least he used it correctly!