Well…Owen slept until 7:40 (a miracle in itself)! Then after he pottied I told him that Tom left him a surprise in the living room. He came running back: “I looked in the living room and there is no surprise!” I asked if daddy left the game on for him and his eyes got wide and he said YES! so I shooed him away saying GO PLAY! And then I got about another hour of sleep before Katie was making noise at 8:30!
Category Archives: Things Owen Says
Morning chatterbox
I hear Owen go potty about 6:30—on his own! Then I hear him in his room playing with his blocks: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10. There!
Then I sense him standing next to me so I open my eyes and he’s RIGHT THERE. As soon as he sees my eyes open: Mama, I’m dry! And my stuff [his night light and sound machine] is off! I get 15 minutes!
Owen: Mama, you waking up?
Me: I need a few more minutes. My bed is comfy.
Owen: My bed is comfy, too! Come see!
Owen: Mama, say Indiana [Jones].
Me: Indiana.
Owen: You spelled Indiana! Good job, mama! Good job! Goooood job!
Mom, Katie is up!
I’m Iron Man! I have this [he points to something I can’t see] and this [points to something else] and now I’m Iron Man!
Owen: I’m dry. I turned all my stuff off. I pee-peed in the potty!
Me: You’re a good boy.
Owen: Yes! I’m getting bigger. Bigger! [He runs down the hall sing-songing “Biiii-gger! Bigger!”]
I love his stream of consciousness rambling.
Not literally.
Post-bath I was toweling off Owen and hugging him.
Me: Owen, I love you so much it hurts.
Owen: Mama! I didn’t mean to hurt you.
Awww.
Play group Owenisms
Watching a kid wave a fork around in the vicinity of his B:
Mom! He’s going to eat my B!
Seeing that a kid has emptied his bin of cars:
Mom! He messed up all my cars!
Owen misses daddy
This is what happens about once a week when Owen gets up from his nap and misses Tom. Usually he just says he’s not happy, but sometimes it’s a full-fledged breakdown. Poor kid.
Owenisms 8
We were sitting on the back porch and Charlie was meowing at the screen door.
Owen: Charlie can’t come outside. Just Maggie.
Me: Who else can come outside?
Owen: Me…and mama!
…
He is playing with the thermometer from the turkey fryer.
Owen: It says 15. It’s summer out here!
The wrong voice
Owen and I were talking at the dinner table and he was telling me something about a Backyardigans episode and for whatever reason, his voice started getting froggy. He noticed it but kept talking. Then he stops, coughs, and says “Mama! I had the wrong voice.”
The best way to grow!
Owen was helping me organize the pantry and putting jarred baby food away when I hear “The best way to grow!”—he saw the Earth’s Best logo and that’s their slogan on Sesame Street! Smart kid!
Dramatic Owen
Owen, laying in bed watching TV:
Today is a rough day. /pause/
I lost my dad. /pause/
I’m hot and sick. /pause/
I don’t feel good. /pause/
This is hard work.
I don’t want medicine.
This is what happens at the mere mention of having to take medicine. Poor kid.
We eventually snuck it in his juice, telling him that the cold juice cools off his fever.
Oh, the whining.
This is what we get ALL. DAY. LONG. Whenever we ask him (or tell him) to do pretty much ANYTHING.
This morning it was me telling him we had to go downstairs, but he could still watch TV.
😐
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.
From angel to demon in seconds.
Holy crap. We definitely have a threenager. Owen was with Tom this morning getting a haircut and wasting time until Best Buy opened. He. Was. Awesome. The whole time. He even earned a treat at Big Lots. He was the picture perfect child.
Until.
They pulled in the driveway and got out of the car. Instant tantrum.
Seriously?
Nothing had happened.
He didn’t want to take his jacket off. He didn’t want to take his shoes off. He didn’t want to show me his new gun. He didn’t want to play his game (which he had banked a lot of time on for being so good). And on and on.
We were pretty sure he was just hungry so wanted him to eat breakfast.
NOOOOOOO!!!
Okay, a snack, then?
NOOOOOOO!!!
Crackers? Your favorite?
NOOOOOOO!!!
Okay, then you at least have to go sit at the table. (Which usually is a good way to kind of trick him into wanting to eat.)
NOOOOOOO!!!
I started my count: 1…2…3. Wow, I got to three. I rarely get to three. Which means I had to manhandle him to the table. Thankfully Tom was right there so he did it.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh my gawd. The tears and whining and drooling and non-stop screeching.
Owen, eat your breakfast.
NOOOOOOO!!!
Owen, please drink your milk or eat some yogurt.
NOOOOOOO!!!
Owen, what do you want to eat?
/unintelligible whining/
Owen, what do you want to do?
I’M NOT HAPPY!!!!!
/Cutting out about 10 full minutes of back and forth and lots of tantrum-y goodness./
Owen, if you don’t calm down, you’re going to your room.
At which point…he ended up in his room.
Long story short (yes, this is the short version)…about five minutes later we checked on him and he was calmed down enough to leave his room…and then he was happy as a clam and you’d never know he had even been whining.
SERIOUSLY?!
Things we say…that Owen now says.
We just laugh when things come out of his mouth that we recognize as things we say to him all the time. The two big ones are “That is NOT an option!” and “That’s enough!”
At least we know he’s hearing us, right? 🙂
Bath Switcheroo
So it was Owen’s bath time and he was being his stubborn self whining about everything—whining to come upstairs, whining to get his shirt off, whining to take his underwear off, whining to get in the tub, whining to let me wash his hair—though of course he couldn’t tell me why he was whining other than “Because I’m not happy.” So I matter-of-factly told him I was going to give him his bath whether he was whining or not or whether he was happy or not.
After washing his hair I was just tired of it so asked if he wanted daddy instead…and he said yes. So we switched (he had Katie) and I heard some lightsaber sounds in there and it seemed like things were going better…when Tom came out to tell me what Owen had just said.
Tom: What’s going on in here?
Owen: Mama is very very upset with me and I don’t know why.
Kids.
Mom, I’m a ninja.
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…
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.
Hummus!
I had pita chips and hummus on the table. Owen wanted a chip and he’s never had those, but it’s a chip so he was eager to try it. Then I pushed the hummus toward him and asked if he wanted to try it.
Owen: Is it peanut butter?
Me: It’s like peanut butter.
He dips a chip and eats it.
Me: Do you like it?
Owen: Turning the hummus around to see the label… No, it’s tomato. (It’s Tuscan Herb so the picture shows a tomato and basil.)
But I rewarded him 10 minutes for trying a new food!
Owen: Mom, what are these chips called?
Me: Pita chips.
Owen: Mmmmm. I like pita chips.
He continues eating chips.
A few minutes later he’s eyeing the hummus. I ask if he wants more and he says yes.
Wait, what?
Okay!
He dipped a few and ate them…so I asked if he liked it and his answer was still no. 🙂
Then he took the chips (and his milk) upstairs. About 10 minutes later he comes down—carrying the bag of chips—saying he needs “this” as he grabs the hummus, putts the top on and carries it off.
I texted Tom (who was upstairs with him) asking if he sent Owen down for it and he said no—“He wanted it. Said it is his lunch!”
Amazing!
Now…if only he likes it on another day!
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.
Owenisms 6
Out of nowhere Owen picks up an empty gift bag…
Singing Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you mama!
Owen picks up the jar of cat treats…
It’s time to feed the cats! /rattles jar/ Charlie!
No, I’m Owen.
Tom: Are you a ninja?
Owen: No, I’m Owen.
Me: Owen, are you a baby?
Owen: No, I’m Owen.
Owenisms 5
Owen: I love those crackers…they’re so nummy.
Owen: I need to watch my TV show mom.
Me: No, not right now.
Owen: Mom, please please please? Please please please? Complete with cute cherub face and clasped hands.
Me: No, not right now.
Owen: I’m not happy anymore.
I kissed Owen goodnight on the head.
Owen: Hey! You just kissed my head!
I finally got him to play along.
WARNING: It’s a long video, because its the first ~8 minutes of the movie.
It’s much cuter in person—and when you’re familiar with the movie—but this is what he does EVERY time we watch the movie. Normally he sees me recording and hides but today he let me!
Really?
Me: Owen, you’re being really good.
Owen: Really really really really really good?
Zero means no pee.
Me: Owen, do you have to go potty?
Owen: It’s zero, which means there’s no pee in there.
Um. Okay?
Owen is sad.
Wait until you hear why he’s sad. He actually says that all the time (though doesn’t cry all the time) and it’s such a strange thing to say we figure he had to have heard it somewhere but we haven’t figured it out yet. Or I guess he could have come up with it on his own…?
Owen gets new cars
And Katie got some new bibs but she doesn’t make for a good video!
Thank you, Wendy and Toby!
Of course as soon as I stopped recording…
Wow. These are cool. This is the coolest helicopter ever.
Owen: Mom, the white car and blue car are sad.
Me: Why are they sad?
Owen: The red car won the race.
This helicopter is HEAVY. The cars are light.
The Lorax
We recently got The Lorax DVD and Owen loves it. LOVES IT. It’s really cute and has catchy music so I don’t mind that we’ve watched it eight times in the last week, including twice today. 🙂
This is usually how it goes down, every time:
Me: Owen, what movie do you want to watch?
Owen: Lorax, he talks to trees.
Then he laughs and dances at all the same parts…but each time we watch it he talks about it more and asks questions. I love it.