Look at all the bunnies!

After playing a game of Funny Bunny, Owen decided he wanted to just play with the bunnies, so he put them all on the board.

Me: Owen, which bunny wins?
Owen: ALL OF THEM!

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Owen: Mama, shoot the bunnies!
Me: Gun sounds.

Resulting bunny destruction:

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Owen: Look at all the bunnies! They’re all standing!

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Owen: I’m gonna shoot all the bunnies!

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That’s enough!

Katie is screeching.
Owen: “Be quiet! I’m trying to play!”
She continues screeching.
Owen: “THAT’S ENOUGH!”

(Oops. I guess he’s heard that a few times.)

She keeps screeching.

Owen, VERY LOUDLY: “THAT’S ENOUGH!”

Then he starts crying, saying he’s “very very upset and not happy anymore.” Yes, he sympathy cries with her…

Owen: Katie doesn’t like me.

Oh man, is it ever wine o’clock.

Owenisms 10

Owen: Where’s dad?
Me: At work.
Owen: Silence. [He walks over to me, leans against the bed, and hangs his head down.] I waited and waited and waited and daddy wasn’t here.

Owen: Awwww. It’s a baby one.
Me: What is?
Owen: [Shows me a teeny hair clip from my dresser, then picks up a regular-sized one.] And this is the mama! I’ll put them together.

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Me: [Sees Owen doing the potty dance] Owen, go potty.
Owen: Oh! Yes!

Owen: Where’s daddy?
Me: At work.
Owen: Why’s daddy at work? I’ve got to get him back for us.

And then after we went downstairs…

Owen: Looking at the picture of me and Tom over the fireplace. He’s frozen. Up in the picture. He’s not going to make a wish for me. Wait! I got it! He’s going to make a wish for me! Mama and daddy are going to make a wish for me!

(No, I have NO idea where that came from or what on earth he’s referring to.)

Off to playgroup!

I forgot to mention…I am now part of a mom group that has weekly play dates! A sitter that I met through SitterCity invited me to join after we REALLY hit it off! I love all the moms there so I am VERY excited to be a part of it! We switch hosting duties and I offered after my first visit!

Here’s the kids before we were off for the morning. Because it was CHILLY, Katie was in a cold-weather 6m outfit…

and Owen was in his MSU jacket!

Our last Christmas!

Grauntie Marge sent Christmas gifts so we Skyped tonight to open them. The robotic bugs were a HUGE hit with Owen (and we think they’re cool, too). Here he is, showing them off:

And here we are having fun with them in the kitchen!

Katie’s Gund Peek A Boo Bear was super cute, too…though I don’t have a good picture of her with it (yet).

I need my frog!

Owen was playing and cracked his knee on his drawing table. Of course, the tears started. Tom put him on the couch and asked if he needed anything.

“I NEEEED MY FROG!!”

My first thought was Katie’s fluffy frog mat—and I was confused—but Tom was on the way to the fridge…for the cold pack frog! I was surprised Owen had even remembered it, as we’ve only had it out once or twice.

Owenisms 7

Owen was refusing to eat breakfast.
Me: Owen, you have to eat breakfast.
Owen: No!
Me: Do you want cereal or waffles?
Owen: No.
Me: Owen…come downstairs.
We start heading downstairs.
Owen: Pancakes…with chocolate chips!

Playing Xbox Lego with Tom, and Tom did something good.
Owen: I’m so proud of you.

Owen gave Tom a hug just after he got out of the shower.
Owen: Dad!! You just got water on my back.

Okay, it’s time.

So, Owen loved opening presents, but usually didn’t seem too thrilled with the actual item. But I knew he’d get to them eventually…so it’s fun to see what he’ll bring out of the toy room next.

Just now, he came out with three new packages of Cars cars that he opened from papa and Grannie Lin last night. 🙂

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Another trip to the doctor.

Walking into the doctors office…
Mama, I’m sorry you don’t feel good.

Awwww. 🙂

And he was REALLY good while we waited…

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But the doc said it wasn’t strep or anything needing meds. It’s probably allergies or viral so lozenges, humidity, etc. I’m glad I’m not really sick, but I wish there was a pill to cure it. 😐

Merry Christmas!

Well this morning was…not quite what I expected. I thought Owen would wake up and be super excited about Santa…but all he wanted to do was play his Xbox game. 🙁

We excitedly said “Owen, who came to visit last night?” and in the most quiet and bored voice simply said “Santa.” Not quite the response I expected. About 20 minutes later we convinced him it was time to check out what Santa left—and he was a bit more enthusiastic. Here we are coming down the stairs to find the stockings…

And then it was off to see the presents…where he got upset because Santa ate “his” (Owen’s) cookies—even though Owen didn’t want any himself last night or this morning—and then back to happy again remembering there were presents to open.

Of course, he was happy to pose with all the presents:

And smiled with one when I asked him to:

And enjoyed playing with some of the things:

But honestly, he seemed less than thrilled with most of his stuff (though I guess to be fair, it’s hard to get excited about clothes or games when they’re in a box). I mean, he enjoyed opening them (which I guess is good enough, right?) but then they were pretty much immediately tossed aside and it was on to the next present. (Yes, I know he’s three. But it was just such a change from last year when he wanted to play with everything as he opened it). He did like a few things (meaning he expressed some awe over them—like both new Xbox Lego games, his Cars cars, and his Indiana Jones minifigs)…but the biggest hit wasn’t even from us or Santa—it was a bug vacuum and fishing rod (that you put your iPhone in to pretend fish) from Tom’s mom that were both immediately turned into guns. And an activity box that was for Katie.

I guess I was expecting too much from a 3yo, right?

And less than an hour later, he was already done playing with everything new and wanted to play the stupid xbox game I had hoped would be forgotten about with the appearance of two new games. 🙁 I feel bad that I’m a little upset, but I just keep telling myself it’s not a big deal, it’s not a big deal, it’s not a big deal because I know he’ll eventually play with everything and like the games, etc…but it was just a bit disappointing because it wasn’t what I envisioned (and you think by now I’d know better).

There were lots of smiles and fun moments, though. 🙂

We Skyped with Grandma Marsha and Uncle Rob while Owen opened the presents they sent and some from Santa and mom and dad.

We had labeled everything with big name tags because Owen knows his name, so with just about every package he picked up he said “O-W-E-N spells me—Owen” and it was completely adorable. So then it was funny when we caught him opening a package for me and we said “Owen, is that yours?” YES! “Owen, whose name is on the label?” He looks for the label, sees it’s not Owen and immediately says “I’m sorry! So so sorry!” 🙂

Katie enjoyed the tags on one of her gifts:

And Charlie enjoyed a box in the middle of the floor—and watching everything from her perch:

And he was excited about this Captain America figure…

…until Tom pressed the button to make it speak and it freaked Owen out:

And he liked his trampoline…for about 15 seconds. (That was free so it may end up being gifted elsewhere because we don’t really have room for it if he’s not loving it.)

So overall I’d say it was a success, even if it didn’t go quite as we planned.

O-W-E-N spells Owen!

So Tom was watching football, I was at the computer, and Owen was sitting on the couch playing games on the iPad (and lest you think I forgot Katie…she was napping). Owen starts saying “O-W-E-N spells Owen. O-W-E-N. O-W-E-N spells Owen.” Tom finally looked at what he was doing…and Owen had created a new profile for a game and had typed in o-w-e-n! 😯 He’s seen me do this before and I’ve showed him how to find the letters on the keyboard, but this is the first time he did it himself! Totally on his own! Tom and I were floored.