Owen: Mama, I love spending time with you.
Me: /heart melts
Category Archives: Things Owen Says
Saturday
I was reading Owen a story with “Saturday” in it. He stopped me.
“Saturday. That’s football!”
Way to make daddy proud, buddy!
There are no monsters!
Bad guys vs. Good guys ABCs
Sun holes!
Backwards ABCs Take 2
This is a better sample…though I help him a bit on the second run-through. 🙂
Backwards ABCs
For awhile now, Owen has been super intrigued by my ability to sing the alphabet backwards. He’d request it, then when I’d get to about T, he’d say “No no no!” then sing it normally. But then slowly HE started singing it backwards—just a few letters at a time and making up what he didn’t know. So then I pointed out where the alphabet was on a few of his toys so he could read it backwards….and there was no looking back. In a matter of a week, he pretty much had it down. I recorded him today but it’s not as good as he usually does it. But still impressive for four.
The Cleanse
7:00—The first 4oz of “special water” took 30 minutes to drink with lots of nudging.
7:15—I showed Owen what his end-of-day treat would be if he was really good—he was EXCITED!
8:00—4oz in 20 minutes. Not bad.
9:00—And the tantrums start. He refuses to drink and wants to eat. Thankfully Katie came to the rescue and made him laugh by pulling everything off the shelf.
So once his mind was on to something else, he ended up drinking the juice pretty quickly.
10:00—“Mommy, why are you putting sugar in my juice?” But wow. He drank the juice in 10 minutes with no prompting!
10:00–11:00—Begging for a snack about every five minutes. “Please? Very very very very please?!” 🙁
11:00—4oz of juice gone in under 10 minutes. It looks like juice is the way to go. More requests for marshmallows. Yeah, who knows.
Noon—The juice disappeared instantly. “Mama I’m hungry! I’m very very hungry. I want something to eat!” 🙁
12:15—The first epic hunger meltdown. 🙁
12:30—Yet another typical poop (nothing explosive or messy yet!) but he went to the bathroom on his own…so he earned a Lego!
1:00—I think he inhaled the juice…but then had another epic hunger meltdown. I feel so horrible telling him he can’t eat. 🙁
2:00—More juice, more requests for snacks.
3:00—Nothing was really happening poop-wise which was kinda scary—I mean, NINE FULL DOSES of Miralax and he wasn’t pooping?! Plus he was STARVING and I wasn’t sure what to do next because the prescribed daily regimen was complete. So I called his doctor (the specialist we saw yesterday) and talked to an available doctor who told me to finish the Miralax dosing, start giving him half doses of the chocolate ex-lax (which will actually make him poop, as opposed to the Miralax just softening things up), feed him a light snack and dinner, and to call in the morning if he still wasn’t pooping.
And then he snacked on his favorite cheese crackers, pear slices, and juice. 🙂
3:30—He started pooping a little…but still nothing of the magnitude I expected.
4:00–4:45—The last special juice mix for the day. A few trips to the potty but still nothing much.
If this home remedy stuff doesn’t work, he may have to be hospitalized. 🙁
5:45—His first real success (two pieces about the size of limes)! Normally I’d be thinking we were done but there HAS to be lots more in there.
We certainly have our work cut out for us…
Sometimes Owen scares us. In a good way.
So just now, we see Owen d-r-a-g-g-i-n-g the play house from the play room into the foyer. Then there’s some scurrying around and we hear music but don’t think anything of it because their toys are always playing music. And then he says “Mama! Daddy! It’s the same!”
Huh? What?
We listened more closely…and one of the songs the house plays is the EXACT song the baby MP3 player plays…and he figured it out and started them both at the same time.
Just wow.
EDITED 4/17 TO ADD:
A—A—A
Owen: A—A—Apple. A—A—Captain America!
Like Humpty Dumpty
Owen was out playing on his little playset. And half attempting to sit on the side rail…making me a bit nervous.
Me: Owen, don’t sit up there.
Owen: Why not?
Me: Because you could fall off.
Owen: Like Humpty Dumpty?
Me: Laughing. Yes, like Humpty Dumpty.
Mushroom Soup
Typical Owen Meltdown
This is your average Owen meltdown. Typically post-nap but really it could happen any time.
In this video, he’s 1) mainly missing his daddy, talking about missing me (because I had been gone for an hour to get my X-ray), and 3) upset that he threw his chicken away. (He said he didn’t want it anymore so I told him to throw it in the garbage—which he did. Then he apparently started having second thoughts after I told him daddy was going to take the garbage out when he got home.) The very first thing in the video is him asking “What was that?” because the stinker heard the ding of me hitting Record on my phone.
Enjoy!
Meet Bahjek.
Owen and his chick!
Skype Craziness
We have no idea what got into him during the Skype with Grandma Marsha.
Almost sushi…but good enough for me.
Well, you may remember that I’ve always said I wanted a kid who, when asked where they wanted to go for dinner, would ask for sushi.
And you can probavly guess that I don’t quite have that (yet?)…but I did get a kid who picks the “fish tank resternot.”
I’ll take it. 🙂
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. 🙂
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!
Happy Easter!
Once again, Owen loved looking for eggs! It was a bit rainy, but that didn’t dampen his excitement at all!
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. 🙁 )
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.
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:
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!
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!
🙂
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. 😐
A gun lesson
Vacation Owenisms
Owen said so many cute things while we’ve been on vacation, but of course I haven’t written them down immediately as they happened…so I only have a few from the last day or so.
Owen: Can we go down there? Pointing down through the floor. In the elevator? To G? To the pool?
Me, mini golfing: Owen, do you want to hit my ball in?
Owen: Sure!
Me: Owen, do you want peanut butter on your graham crackers?
Owen: Ooh! Yes! I’d like that.
Me: I might lay down and take a nap with you.
Owen: NO! You go out there with my dad.
People were shooting off fireworks on the beach that we could see from our living room and balcony.
Owen: Excuse me—excuse me! He pointed with all four fingers in a jabbing motion out towards the beach. There’s fireworks on the beach. Out there. In the sky! Come look!
Owen is pretending to sheath a sword at his side.
Owen: I’m Mike the Knight!
Me: You’re Mike the Knight?
Owen: No, I’m Owen!
Owen, carrying a square-ish toy of Katie’s to the table: Gramma Jean, I have to check my computer online!
After his bath…
Me: Owen, are you clean and snuffy?
Owen: Nooo.
Me: Are you…spiffy?
Owen: No! I’m Owen!
Skyping with Grandma Marsha:
Grandma: I hear you had a vacation.
Owen: Yes! I played with cousins and they’re far away now.
Where’s daddy?
Tom had to go back home today while we extended our stay with the grandparents. Of course, all afternoon Owen has been asking where daddy is (he knows he’s at home) and repeating how many “big sleeps” it will be until he comes back (four). But tonight he just looked so dejected as he said:
Where’s daddy? He needs me.
🙁
Owen doing Patty Cake with Katie
Today’s Outfit
Day 16: Urgent Care
So, my last 15 days have been fun:
- Day 1—Very sporadic light coughing
- Day 2—Sporadic light coughing
- Day 3—Sporadic light coughing
- Day 4—Consistent light coughing
- Day 5—Consistent coughing
- Day 6—Consistent coughing
- Day 7—Consistent hacking; hoarse
- Day 8—Consistent hacking with phlegm; hoarse
- Day 9—Consistent hacking with phlegm; hoarse
- Day 10—Sporadic hacking with phlegm
- Day 11—Sporadic hacking with phlegm; NyQuil
- Day 12—Sporadic hacking with phlegm; NyQuil
- Day 13—Consistent hacking with less phlegm but adding snot; NyQuil
- Day 14—Hard hacking with lots of phlegm and snot; NyQuil
- Day 15—Hard hacking with lots of phlegm and snot; NyQuil even though it hasn’t really been working (I’m up at all hours of the night hacking)
- Day 16—The day before I leave for Myrtle Beach…I figure I’d better get checked out just in case it’s something more serious. Also, a friend who recently had the same thing for three weeks said a hydrocodone cough syrup was the only thing that let her sleep…so I wanted that.
Of course I couldn’t get in to see my regular doc so they suggested Urgent Care next door. I’d never been there…and after today, I remember why I hate walk-in clinics. There were only five people ahead of me…but I waited almost 2.5 hours to get into a room. And then another 20 minutes to see the doc.
And I didn’t really like her.
One, she didn’t even listen to my chest! She just asked me questions and watched/listened to me cough.
Two, I had to argue with her about the cough syrup and practically had to BEG for it—she didn’t want me to suppress my cough because I “have to get the crap out.” I said “BUT I NEED TO SLEEP.” She says “Well how will you hear them [points to Owen and Katie]?” Um, excuse me, but THAT’S MY BUSINESS, THANKS. I did tell her I’d have grandparents around to help out, and it seemed to sway her. But I literally argued with her for three minutes about it. In the end I still don’t think she gave me cough syrup, but some type of tabs (?). I’m not sure yet but that comes later…
Three, she heard me wheezing a little and asked if I ever wheezed before. Huh? I said like ever in my life, when I’m sick, or what? She says ever. So I say of course (thinking DUH—every time I get a chest cold?!) so she says she wants me to use an inhaler. Huh? Okay, whatever, on Day 16 I’ll try anything.
Four, I never even got a diagnosis. Which I didn’t even realize until after I got home and Tom asked me what I had. 😐
So I pack up and walk across the hallway to the pharmacy (well, I had to walk outside, but it’s literally 10′ away under the same awning) and since the scrips are all electronic, they already had them. I waited less than five minutes (which is why I use this pharmacy) and I was on my way.
So I was almost home (15 minutes from the pharmacy, 25 minutes if you count the walk out to the car and getting both kids buckled in) when I get a phone call from the pharmacy saying the doctor just sent over one last prescription.
Ugh.
I didn’t pay close attention before I left the pharmacy so I missed that she only gave me two of the three she mentioned (I noticed there were three line items but I had bought something else but obviously it didn’t click). So I had to turn around and go all the way back for that one last prescription that I had had to fight for. 😐
I was pissed. In my mind, there was no good reason it didn’t come over with the other two, but a friend later told me that since hydrocodone is a narcotic, it requires an actual written prescription (not electronic). That said, she should have made sure I walked out with it.
Owen asked what was wrong and I said I was mad at the doctor and he said I shouldn’t be mad at her because she helped me. I hate when he’s smart. :p So I said he was right, and that I was frustrated (one of his favorite words). And he says “Word of the day! Frustrated!” I said yes, it certainly was the word of the day.
I called Tom to see if he could get it by chance, and he called back when I was about halfway there. I thought he had to work late but he said this could be a good reason for him to leave early, so I said yay and turned around.
So here’s hoping I actually sleep ALL through the night tonight…and get healthy soon. I’d much rather knock down drag out flu for two days than this semi-sickness for three weeks.
Attempted nap time
Tom came home from work early today and surprised us! I’ve recently moved Owen’s nap from 1:00 to 1:30 (as he only sleeps maybe 1.5 hours anymore) so he was still going to be up when Tom got home.
Tom wanted to nap (since he was up at 3:30 this morning) but Owen wanted to be with him, so Owen promised to TRY and nap next to him. I was downstairs with Katie and heard activity so knew it wasn’t going well. Then Tom yelled down that he was getting the Xbox ready for Owen.
Later, Tom told me what happened. He said it was so cute because Owen was really trying hard to be still and stay quiet but he was a ball of energy. Tom was sneakily watching him and saw Owen just grinning and grinning.
Tom: Owen, what are you thinking about?
Owen: Grannie and Papa.
Tom: What about Grannie and Papa?
Owen: They’re at home.
And then he was intrigued by the ceiling (which has an octagonal cut out). So nap time was over. 🙂
Buttered toast.
"Mmm. This is good!"

























