Me: Owen, Katie’s looking at you.
Owen: NO! No more looking at me!
Owen: Is it time to play the game?
Me: No. Why don’t you come in here with us?
Owen: No, I’ll stay in my room.
Me: Owen, can you put your underwear on please?
Owen: NO! NO MORE UNDERWEAR TONIGHT!
Me: Owen, please go let Maggie out.
Owen: Please not.
Me: Owen, do you want to watch The Lorax?
Owen: NO!! ……. Yes.
After a 20-minute tantrum about how he’s NOT TIRED and DOES NOT WANT TO TAKE A QUICK NAP…
Tracing around my legs on the driveway with chalk…
“You’re long.”
Watching a girl walk by after getting off the school bus and she’s not responding to his shouts of hello…
“Girl…? Girl…? Mom, she’s not talking to me.”
Me: Owen, are you going to help mama clean up the house today?
Owen: No.
Me: Mama and daddy have to go to a party tomorrow night so you have a babysitter coming over.
Owen: Am I going to Uncle Tom’s house?
Me: No, they’re going to the party with mama and daddy. Miss Ann from next door is coming over.
Owen: Miss Ann? From next door? Oooh, I like that.
Lets hope he actually likes it when it happens. 🙂
I finally caught it in time! This is what Owen does EVERY time this scene from Tangled comes on. When you see him cover his face towards the end, that’s when Pascal (Rapunzel’s chameleon) covers his eyes as the two characters lean in to kiss. I tear up each time I watch this. :heart:
After it was over (and of course after I’d stopped recording) he said “Mama! I singed to you!”
When we watched the movie a second time, I tried to grab his hand early and he said “No! Not yet!” 🙂
When I was replaying the video for Tom (while Owen was sitting there) Owen took BOTH our hands and sang to both of us. NOT A DRY EYE IN THE HOUSE…
“She’s my friend. I like her.”
Owen loves the movie Tangled. At the end when they’re watching the lanterns from the boat and they start singing to each other and take each other’s hands…
…Owen always grabs my hand gently (or will come and find me if I’m not next to him and take my hand in his) and then sing to me just like the movie. It melts my heart each time…and sometimes I even cry. 🙂
He can be SUCH a sweet little boy when he wants to be.
After a long day, I was laying on the floor trying to stretch out my back. I was moaning and groaning because a) it hurts and b) of all the fat on my body why is there none on my tailbone so I can lay flat on my back without pain…where was I? Oh yes, Owen hears me and says “Mama, you okay?”
I say “Yes, Owen. Thank you. Mommy’s back hurts.”
He throws his B on top of me and says “Here, a B will make you better!”
Then he went and got his other B and came and laid down next to me.
This morning we put up the tree! Owen was GIDDY with excitement as Tom got the pieces out, turned the lights on, and put everything together. The tree isn’t as wide as the last tree, so it looks A LOT smaller, but it works with the space we have so it will do for a few years.
We try to only get Christmas ornaments that are meaningful—like from vacations, colleges, traditions, or our annual family Christmas photo. Sometimes they include favorite TV shows—for example, Owen has both Little Einsteins and Cars ornaments—and this year I bought the Tardis from Doctor Who (Tom has watched it throughout the years, but I just decided to watch it and got caught up on the past six seasons on Netflix over the last month or so). Owen has watched it with me, so he knows what the Tardis is…and was SUPER excited when I opened the package. We didn’t have the tree up at that point, so he kept asking where the Tardis was. So this morning, the Tardis was the first ornament he hung and now he runs around saying “The Tardis! The Tardis!”
Owen was REALLY good at hanging ornaments on the tree, too—except he wanted to hang them all in a one-foot clump. Also, of course, they were all hung at his chest-level! I eventually started pointing out where to put ornaments and telling him to look for a bare spot—and he did pretty well.
Lastly, we had to take the traditional photo of Owen kissing the Bear (I used to kiss the Bear when it hung on Grauntie Marge’s tree).
Owen has been WAITING and WAITING for us to put up the tree.
Yesterday he helped me clean out the room to make space for it…and his second question this morning after his usual “Where’s daddy?” was “Where’s the Christmas tree?”
This was the unboxing:
And this is him trying to wake up the tree (since we told him it was sleeping):
I wonder what he’ll do when we eventually get a REAL tree?!
Owen is out of the room and I hear doors closing and opening.
Me: Owen, what are you doing?
Owen: [Running back] Nuffing! I’m doing nuffing!
I transferred all the toys and treats from his potty jar to the poop jar (since we’re done with potty rewards) and the first thing Owen said when he saw the empty jar was “Hey! Where did all the toys go?”
He was telling grand stories until I started recording…then we had to prompt him a little. But it’s still good. 🙂
You don’t get to hear/see this part on the video, but if you want Owen to start singing the alphabet and he won’t do it on his own, you just have to start singing them incorrectly—he usually stops you about the third wrong letter (A-B-C-D-O-F-Q). This is him correcting me.
Me: Owen, where are your [bubble] wands?
Owen: I don’t know. Wands…where are you?
Watching Tom play his computer video game, there are midget characters. Owen calls them baby men.
Outside, grabbing the broom… I need to clean up!
Finishing up a Skype with Grandma Marsha and Uncle Rob…
Tom: Tell them you love them.
Owen: I love them!
Reading Big Little
Me: Birthday cake is—
Owen: BIG!
Me: Cupcakes are—
Owen: GREAT!
We got Owen’s police car out today with the hopes that he’d like driving it since it’s been awhile. And he did! I had Katie in the stroller walking up and down the street in front of our house while Owen drove along with us.
It was actually a little slow, so we had a “pit stop” so Tom could remove the speed regulator—now Owen can zip along at a 4mph clip! He was SO excited to be able to go fast!
Now we just have to get him to understand he has to stay close to us and LISTEN to us when we yell at him to stop!
Owen playing with his toy phone this morning:
The phone’s ringing. That means people are calling. Talk to phone next to ear.
Grandpa’s calling. Hi grandpa. What’s up? See you soon. Okay bye.
Mommy!! Okay mama, what’s up?
Oh! Gramma’s calling me?! Hi! I’ll call you back as soon as I can!
That was grandpa and gramma and grandma Marsha and mama! In this phone! Right here!
Hi gramma. What’s up?
Listening to Owen count over the monitor: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 16 13 18 17 23 24 25 27!
I made Owen a special treat for his snack today—garlic bread with fresh three cheese bread from Sam’s Club. I made myself a salad and was eating that while he ate the bread. I asked if I could have a bite and he said “No, you have salad!”
All I wanted to do was to get him dressed to go shopping.
This is typically what we get during an Owen tantrum—and I guess it’s not so much a tantrum as a power struggle. I did wait a bit longer than I normally would because I was recording it…but this is the gist of what happens—complete with eye-crossing. Of course, as soon as I stopped recording and he was dressed, he was all happy like nothing happened.
Owen just woke up and came downstairs half crying: “I can’t find daddy anywhere!” 🙁
I don’t know why he has an issue with this every day—though most days it’s just “Where’s daddy?” and I say “He’s at work” or say “Where do you think daddy is?” and he answers “At work” and that’s that…
Once upon a time, there was a triangle. He was a pyramid and he was lost.
Once upon a time there was a little pyramid. He climbed inside the pyramid and climbed way to the top.
The finger is trick-or-treating.
Stacking, the hulk, shopping, and more.
Look! A family!
Tom was pretending to eat one of Owen’s toy cars. Owen says “No! That is NOT food.”
Mama–patty-cake bakers man! Sing it! Sing it to Katie.
Me: Owen, you need to eat you apples.
Owen: I have to not.
Owen picked up a framed photo from my mom’s wedding off the entertainment center (the whole Len side) and said “This is our family!! …pause… Uh oh. There’s a big problem! Owen’s missing!” Complete with a dejected look.
We were going through Owen’s bedtime routine and I was brushing his teeth. When I’m done, he gets to drink water and spit (his favorite part—I let him do more than necessary because he loves it so—and it hopefully keeps him out if the bathroom doing it unattended).
So tonight he was drinking and spitting, drinking and spitting, drinking and spitting—when he stops and says “OOPS!”—realizing he had unintentionally swallowed the last mouthful of water instead of spitting it out. Then he started laughing like “How did that happen?” It was adorable.
Owen was eating his snack—his favorite cheese crackers with peanut butter—in bed this morning. He looked down and saw his B had crumbs on it:
“Oh no! My B is all crackery!”
Mama—it’s an amazing train!
Mama! Look at all the pirate ships!
Oh no. Owen just said his cough hurts. That’s certainly a cute way to describe what I’m guessing is a sore throat, but I really hope it’s not. Stay tuned.
So Owen was eating a snack of apples and peanut butter and I was on the computer when I hear him say he needs a wipe. Okay, fine. That’s normal.
I go out there and he has thrown up his apples and peanut butter all over the place—on himself, his B, the blanket he was sitting on, a stuffed animal toy… He was just sitting there looking totally dejected and says “I’m sad.” 🙁
I hadn’t heard any ruckus, so I asked if he had choked on the apples and he said yes. He didn’t seem totally confident, so I asked if his stomach hurt and he said yes. So who knows what really happened.
He felt warm so I took his temp: 101.7. EEK! Talk about feeling completely clueless…he’s only been sick like twice so I didn’t really even know what to do! He seemed fine overall so I just let him lay on the couch and drink water. I waited a bit and took his temp again because I figured he might have just been hot and sweaty from throwing up (I know it happens to me—and I was using one of those forehead thermometers and it said if you were sweaty it might misread). I took it like 20 minutes later and it was down to 100.
Poor kid.
