Category Archives: Things Owen Says
Owenisms 13
Me: Owen, why are you chewing on that [the tail of the rubber snake, which is wrapped around his wrist]?
Owen: Because it gives me energy to run around.
Owen: Can I watch my TV now?
Me: No.
Owen: Please? Please? Triple please?
Me: No.
Owen: I need watch some TV mama.
Grannie: Why?
Owen: Because I have to. Pretty please with peaches on top. Very please. Very please. Very please. [Climbs on top of me and snuggles in.] VERY PLEASE. VERY VERY PLEASE.
Owen is dancing around.
Me: Owen, do you have to go potty?
Owen: No.
Dances around some more.
Me: Owen—GO POTTY!
Owen: OKAAAAAAAAY!!!
At the park, to Tom:
Owen: Don’t follow me. Go stand by mama.
I told Owen to go downstairs and tell Papa that he had to put on his matching Cookie Monster shirt later tonight so I could take a picture. I’m listening from the stairwell.
Owen: Papa. Papa! Excuse me—I have to tell you something. You need to put your shirt on tonight. TONIGHT! Mama is going to take a picture of you and me.
Owenisms 12
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!
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!
🙂
Knight Owen
Owenisms 11
Owen and I are sitting on opposite ends of the couch:
I’m sitting over here. And you’re way over there.
Owen crawling in front of Katie:
I’m in the lead!
He reaches the tile kitchen floor:
This floor is cold!
Playing with a cat’s tail while sitting in the chair:
Here’s the rope. Wait! It’s Charlie’s tail!
Hold my hand!
Owen: Katie, hold my hand. Hold my hand! Katie! You can do it. Katie hold my hand!
Counting to 100. Almost.
Bath chatter
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.”
New food #4!
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.
Playing Captain America
Take your time.
Owen: Holding out his broken-apart Lightning McQueen Lego car We have a problem.
Papa takes it from him to look at it.
Owen: Take your time.
Bye Bye Binky
Tom took this video of Owen singing one of the songs from his new Xbox Sesame Street game (which also appears in a recent Sesame Street episode).
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).
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!
I’m stuck!
He pulled all his stuffed animals over the side of his bed…
Not quite.
I was putting Owen to bed and going through the routine of turning on his night light, his sound machine, etc. I also decided to straighten out his carpet and said “There!”
From behind me, I hear “Not quite!”
What? I turned to look and saw this:
Yep, he was right. It wasn’t quite right. 🙂
Four year well-visit
Height: 45″ (greater than 97th percentile) — was 42.5″ at 36m (greater than 100th percentile)
Weight: 51# (greater than the 97th percentile) — was 45# at 36m (greater than 100th percentile)
So…overall he’s gained six pounds from his three-year well-visit…but he was actually up to 56# as of November (when he was weighed at his pink eye appointment) which means he had gained 11# at one point. But, he’s lost 5# since then. Interestingly, the doc said his weight is still a little high for his height!! But she doesn’t really know his history, as this is the first time she’s seen him. When I explained that he’s always been over the 100th percentile, she felt a little better about it.
He did really well with the weighing and vision test, but the iron test threw him for a loop since he got his finger pricked. Hoo boy. “OUCHIE! OUCHIE! OUCHIE!” And he hated the band-aid and wanted that off. And there was crying and snot dripping and the whole nine yards. Had I been expecting the iron test, I would have asked to wait and do it at the end of the appointment. Because then I had to try and get him to calm down to finish asking him the questions on the 48m assessment (things like Does he know middle, above, between, below? What is his response if you ask him what to do when he’s hungry? Can he name five colors?) so I was asking him those things…and he was NOT being cooperative since he was concerned about his finger. But then he got my phone to play with and settled a little.
The pediatrician checked him out and said everything looked good (heart, lungs, ears, etc.). I brought up my concerns about his poop…and I wasn’t overly impressed with her level of concern (or rather lack thereof). Her initial response was “Oh it can take six months to learn to poop.” Yeah, that’s not really the entire issue (and it HAS been six months). So after some urging on my part, she ordered blood work to test for celiac (hopefully just to rule it out) and agreed that we should try a no-cows-milk diet to see if anything changes. Then depending on the blood work results and our diet results, she’ll get us an appointment with the GI specialist if necessary.
Then it was time for vaccinations, which was awful…screaming and crying and snot (the usual). I debated saving the blood work (at another location) for another day, but figured it would be better to just get it all done in one day. So we went there after and he didn’t like that much, either…but it went okay.
So now we wait for results. And in the meantime, hope to see some results from the no-milk diet…
Project Desensitization
So tonight Tom and I went out again, leaving the kids (Owen) behind. He was just getting ready to get in his bath so I went up to tell him.
Me: Owen, daddy and I are going to the store.
Owen: [Looking down.] I’ll be crying.
Poor kid. But so cute because of the way he said it…like he was resigned to the fact he’d be crying but wasn’t actually that upset about it.
But as it turned out, Lin said he did pretty good. Phew.
Four more days to go.
Build with me, papa!
Grannie Lin and Papa arrived around 4, and Owen quickly got Papa building with him! And Charlie jumped in the box as soon as it was empty!
And Katie checking out Papa’s face!
Skeleton Twins
Mama! Come look and me and the skeleton!
Look at the mess!
We had major wind and rain storms pass through last night—and it was also recycling night—so there were a few random plastic bottles in our front yard. Owen sees them and says “Mama! Look at that! Look at the mess!”
Yet he doesn’t see that his toys all over the house are a mess.
Kids.
Look at all the bunnies!
After playing a game of Funny Bunny
Me: Owen, which bunny wins?
Owen: ALL OF THEM!
Owen: Mama, shoot the bunnies!
Me: Gun sounds.
Resulting bunny destruction:
Owen: Look at all the bunnies! They’re all standing!
Owen: I’m gonna shoot all the bunnies!
Look at all the Owens!
I’m working on a new TV screensaver. While I try to get it working, it’s just a single repeating test picture of Owen. When he sees it, he says “Look at all the Owens!”
That’s Elmo’s World!
Owen is really becoming a parrot—and learning from watching Sesame Street. His favorite new “Word on the Street” is stumble—as he fake-demonstrates it all the time. And he LOVES the Elmo’s World theme song:
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.
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.)
Owenisms 9
After finishing a level on Xbox Lego Pirates…
Me: Good job, Owen! We did it!
Owen: Mama, I’m so proud of you!
Tom: Owen, do you have pets?
Owen: Yes! Maggie, Charlie, and Bella!
Playing in Katie’s room while I’m getting her ready for bed…
Me: [As Katie is being super wiggly] Katie! You’re out of control!
Owen: [Pretending he’s talking on the phone] Hi dad. Katie’s out of control. Okay. Bye.
As Tom is wiping Owen’s poopy butt…
Owen: Dad! Don’t get poop on your hands!
I’m a mermaid.
Says Owen.
Yes, he loves Xbox Lego Pirates of the Caribbean.
Then more bath cuteness:
Oh boy…OCD?
Owen just got out of bed saying “Something’s wrong! Daddy! Come here! Something’s wrong!” So Tom follows him and Owen crawls back up in bed and points at his sheets that aren’t quite pulled taut. Like this (but this is our bed):
And this isn’t the first time he’s been concerned with something like this (and not just at bedtime). It’s been a flipped up corner of carpet, a blanket askew, a closet door half opened…