Me: Is Katie crying?
Owen: Yes, let’s go check on her!
I started feeding Katie.
Owen: Mama, you feed Katie so well.
I told him he couldn’t play with my phone.
Owen: I am not happy right now.
Category Archives: Things Owen Says
She’s so beautiful!
Me: Owen, it’s almost time for bed.
Owen: No, I have to play with my baby.
I open the plastic container for him.
Owen: WOW!!! —As he carries her away— She’s so beautiful!
Grapes tomorrow!
Me: Owen, please eat your grapes.
Owen: No, I’m playing. I’ll eat them tomorrow.
(I’m just thrilled he eats them at all—it’s a new food he started eating on vacation.)
Threenager alert!
Life has become interesting lately. Our sweet little Owen is turning into a threenager. Holy cow does he test my patience…what little of it I have left.
We tell Owen to NOT do something or STOP doing something…and he turns right around and does it.
He has zero attention span when we ask him to pick up toys. It’s a constant repetition of “Owen, please put all your toys away. Owen, please put your cars away. Owen, please put your cars in this box. Owen, put your cars away now. OWEN! Mama asked you to put your cars away. If you don’t, I’m taking them away.”
And every time you ask him to put something away—whether he’s actively playing with it or not—he says “No, I’m just playing!” And then wants to play with whatever you wanted him to put away.
He’ll whine that he “doesn’t want a snack/drink/toy/etc. anymore” and then two minutes later he wants it.
He is starting to get more destructive—he was “helping” by winding Katie’s pack-and-play mobile…and actually doing okay so I left him alone, only to come back five minutes later and it was completely broken off and he was playing with it on the floor. 😐
He’s broken a bunch of toys just rough housing with them or not being careful. I make him throw them in the garbage.
The day care lady had to talk to him today—a first. 😐 He was throwing toys at or with another kid. She said they talked about it, he apologized, and things were okay, but she just wanted to let me know. Oh, and he also snuck into the bathroom and was playing at the sink…his shirt was completely drenched when I picked him up after only an hour. I commented that he has just turned into a threenager during the past week or so and she said it appears to be going around.
And potty training. Oh man, don’t get me started on potty training. He had the peeing down completely after really just a week (with just a few accidents after his nap or in the morning, which was to be expected) and poop has been a challenge since day one. So we get home from vacation, and suddenly he’s peeing in his underwear and ON THE FLOOR. And poop is still a huge issue—he knows poop goes in the potty and he’s excited and happy when he does go, yet I typically spend all day cleaning up poopy underwear and his poopy butt because he either doesn’t realize he’s pooping, he does realize and just doesn’t care, or he’s just being super obstinate. I know he’s still learning, but it’s super frustrating.
One time he called me over to tell me he had poop on his foot. Yes, poop. On his foot. And it was completely dried. So I have no idea when or where he stepped in poop (I haven’t smelled it or found it). And then he threw a holy terror tantrum when I made him stick his foot in the bath to clean it. And this was after I had to strip his bed again because he peed in his bed (and on the floor) during his nap. Yes, potty training might just kill me.
Anyone want our threenager? Just temporarily, mind you?
From utter frustration to melting heart in five minutes…
Look what happened when I left him alone for 10 minutes today…
SERIOUSLY?! UGH.
I told him I wasn’t happy because he made a mess—and that he shouldn’t take Katie’s clothes out of her drawers, but reasoning with a toddler is pointless at best. I also told him he had to help me pick it all up, so he handed me a few pieces and then he was done. 😐 I didn’t even have the energy to finish dealing with it right then…but he’ll definitely be helping me pick it all up later.
Of course, he followed it up with something super cute…but I was still fuming a bit over the mess.
And THEN he does something super sweet…Katie was crying so he grabbed the bottle and started to feed her.
Ahhh, life with a toddler. From utter frustration to melting heart in five minutes…
Things Owen said today.
I was going through some flash cards with Owen. He’d tell me what the picture was, then flip the card over and read the letters to spell it. Most of the words were short, like apple, sun, barn, and lamp. Then we got to skateboard—and he turned it over and said “Wow! That’s a lot of letters!”
He was sitting on the toilet in an attempt to poop (what he has to do when we see him grunting or find poop in his butt). He talks about anything but pooping, which is hilarious. Tonight was:
- “Mama, that’s a pretty picture of rocks!” (About a picture of petoskey stones on a beach above the toilet.)
- “Mama, where’d the fire candle go?” (One of the times in the bathroom with him, I lit the candle.)
- “Mama, can I see the timer? I need to see the timer.” (He has to sit there for 10 minutes, and I made the mistake of showing him the timer on my phone once and now he won’t shut up about it.)
- “Mama, you have a poop spot on your leg.” (It was a bruise.)
He doesn’t shut up the entire time. He’s full of stories and imagination and things like this…
Happy 39th!
My birthday started out wonderful…I got to sleep in until 9:30 (thanks to Katie getting me up at 5 to eat and “wish me happy birthday!”), Owen said “Happy Birthday Mama!” all on his own (I wonder how much instruction that took!), Tom made waffles for breakfast, and I had a Facebook wall full of birthday wishes from friends and family waiting for me!
After a nice lazy day of hanging around the house with the fam (and publishing my updated blog!), my day was topped off with a rousing chorus of Happy Birthday from my niece and nephew (Gabrielle and Robert), reading my entire wall of Facebook birthday wishes, and CLEAN SHEET NIGHT! I’m a lucky girl! 🙂
Look at all the cupcakes!
It started slowly. First just a handful of K-cups. Then a few more trips. Setting them up all nice.
“Mama! Look at all the cupcakes!”
Then I walked into the kitchen and saw he had completely emptied the drawer. 🙂
Use a flashlight!
Prompted, I’m sure, by us seeing a bunch of rainbows over the past day or two…
Owen: I want to see a rainbow.
Me: You can’t see rainbows in the dark.
Owen: Use a flashlight!
Katie, stop crying!
Katie is crying in the car. Owen says “Katie, stop crying. We’ll be at the hotel soon. Right over there.”
A few moments later: “Katie, it’s okay. The hotel is right over there….just a few seconds. Stop crying!”
Destruction!
Owen’s skeleton’s arm came apart and he took it to Tom to fix it.
Tom: “Owen, what happened?”
Owen: “Destruction!”
Neither of us have any idea where that came from!
Smart kid, indeed.
Me: Owen, you’re a smart kid.
Owen: Yes, I’m a smart kid!
Front seat rider!
We only had to travel about two miles down back roads so we were going to let Owen sit in the front seat. He has never even sat in the front seat alone (even just parked in the driveway). He was GIDDY with excitement, which you can sort of see here.
And here, he’s pointing to everything on the center console saying “Check! Check! Check!” 🙂
We never did end up driving with him in the front seat… But the scary part? Look at how perfectly he fits? The seatbelt is in the correct spot!!!
Snow = clapping
Grandma said it was 38 degrees. I said it might snow. Owen claps his hands excitedly (SO not my kid!) and sticks his tongue out (as if he was catching a snowflake in his tongue) and says “Like this?” 🙂
Game Day at Grandma’s!
We spent the day at Grandma Marsha’s place, and it just happened to be MSU game day! We all had our jerserys—and the boys played football and hot potato! I love Owen’s guffaw.
I caught Owen catching the football!
And I got to take a little nap with Maggie…
Happy (belated) birthday, Grannie Lin!
Oops! We were a day late…and we felt bad because we had actually been with Grannie on her birthday…but it was a busy morning as that’s when we were packing up to head back to Grayling.
Refusing to go poop!
This is now one of my all-time favorite Owen videos. Oh. My. Gawd. It was all I could do while recording him NOT to bust out laughing…and at one point, you can see the video jiggle because I was trying to hold it in. I laugh every single time I watch it, and I bet you will, too. In fact, I dare you to only watch it once.
Owen’s Phone Call
Using Grandma Jean’s handheld solitaire game:
Hello?
This is Owen Hudson.
I need a recipe. I forgot the ingredients.
Okay.
Thanks, Hon.
See you later.
We have a backseat driver!
We apparently have a backseat driver:
“Nice turn. Go right. 45 miles. Red light.”
Listening to Owen’s imagination.
Today, he went camping, had a store, put out fires, made cupcakes and s’mores, raced cars, got party invitations, helped Santa, and other stuff I know I’m forgetting.
Santa’s coming!
He found the tiny Santa hat (from when he was a lot smaller) and was having a ball. We had also been watching a Christmas-themed Backyardigans, which I think is where he got the bit about the sleigh. Of course, I could never get him to wear the hat when it actually fit him…
Once upon a time…
Owen decided he wanted to read me a story, so he went and picked a book and this is what happened:
Happy birthday, papa!
Bath attitude
In his bath tonight, Owen made a “sandwich” with a flat foam pumpkin piece, a tiny rubber ball, and a foam seahorse.
I said “Oh, I think it’s a s’more!” and he says with noticeable attitude: “NO! It’s a pumpkin, a ball, and seahorse.” Like How could you be so stupid, mom?
Potty Training: Day 3
Since Owen pretty much has the basic hang of peeing in the potty, we’ve downgraded the cost of the toys in the jar—we started with real die cast Cars cars and are now down to chocolate candies, dollar store trinkets, and Matchbox cars. 🙂
Also, Tom had regaled me with tales of Owen doing everything perfectly by himself. But with me? He apparently can’t ever get his undies off and when he does he pees all over everything. So now, in addition to the cheaper toys, he only gets a toy if he successfully pees in the potty and keeps his undies dry.
About half the time we still have to ask him if he has to go potty. Today I asked him and he said no (he was watching a TV show) but he was crossing his legs so I actually said “OWEN GO POTTY RIGHT NOW” at which time he ran in there and peed just fine (Tom ran in right behind him and I think he may have helped a bit). So our biggest obstacle seems to be him not wanting to stop what he’s doing.
And then there’s the poop. UGH. We knew he was going to have to poop today since it’s been two days…so we were watching him very closely and making him play in the same room as us. Whenever we asked if he had to poop, of course he’d say NO! and then say “NO poop on the potty!” |-| He peed just fine.
Fast forward to this afternoon when I discovered a tiny little nugget in his underwear…which, of course, he hadn’t told us about. So we made him sit on the potty, letting him play with his cars (and future reward) but he pretty much spent the whole time saying “NO POOP ON THE POTTY!” and saying he was going to poop in a diaper. 😐 I told him we were going to try to poop every 15 minutes and sent him off in clean underwear. On our next trip to the potty? Poopy underwear again. >:XX I know pooping is the hard part, but OHMYGOD one of us might not survive this.
And I really don’t know what I’ll do when Tom isn’t around all day…
Second day of potty training.
Well, there were ups and downs today…as expected, I guess. 😐
I went to town and bought 15 pair of (size 6!) underwear, so we’re fully stocked. I also bought a bunch of toys for the Pee and Poop Reward Jars. Of course, when Owen saw me with the new toys that he couldn’t play with, he had a mini meltdown…complete with his growling “Not gonna pee in potty anymore! Don’t want toys anymore!”
But overall he did pretty well peeing in the potty. There were a few instances of not quite making it in time—he gets to the bathroom but either pees on the way there or doesn’t get his undies down in time. And the times he does get in there, his aim is awful (even with Cheerios as targets)…so needless to say the Clorox wipes and baby wipes are kept close at hand (one to clean the floor/wall/toilet and one to clean him).
I think his biggest problem is not wanting to stop what he’s doing to go potty, hence the waiting until the last minute. If you ask him if he has to go, he usually says no. So you have to watch him like a hawk and notice him holding himself or crossing his legs or prancing around. But other times he’ll just go in the bathroom on his own… so it’s a total crapshoot. He did earn quite a few toys so he was happy.
The best part of the day, however, was when he was handed a chocolate coin for his potty training reward, and said: “A chocolate coin! WOOHOO!” Yes, he literally said WOOHOO! 😀
Tomorrow is poop day. It’s been two days with only rabbit turds… Lord help us.
NO KISSES!
He definitely didn’t want kisses and was letting us know…but he was also half laughing. That growl you hear in his voice? That’s what his “tantrums” are like (I know, not bad—I’m not complaining).
P-U-O-L-E-P spells pool
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KpU2C18aAc
Almost. :>>
Guess where I just found Owen?
So, Katie wasn’t really tired enough this morning for her first morning nap (which usually happens after her morning feeding)—but she had slept almost nine hours (!!!) that night so I sort of expected it. But she wasn’t fussing, so I swaddled her and put her down anyway, just to see.
Then I got Owen up, gave him his snack in front of Little Einsteins (“Grandma Rocket,” his new favorite—which is the Little Red Rocket (Riding) Hood episode), and went to the office to do a few things on the computer.
After a bit, knowing the episode was surely over, I went to check on him…and he was gone. I quick looked in his room and he wasn’t there. I was going to head downstairs to check, but thought I’d look at Katie’s monitor first…and lo and behold, I saw the video was flying all over the place… which meant little hands had control of it. |-|
So, I went to Katie’s room—where the door was closed!—and both lights were on and Owen was playing in there (with the video camera). While she was supposed to be sleeping. Which of course she wasn’t.
Needless to say I was NOT happy. We’ve had discussions before about NOT going into Katie’s room if the door is shut, but apparently it didn’t stick. I asked if he was checking on her and he said no. I asked if she had been crying and he said yes..but I don’t believe him because normally I have dog hearing when it comes to her crying, and I hadn’t heard anything (and she wasn’t crying at the moment).
I told him I was not happy, and then we went over the rules again: If Katie’s door is closed, you don’t go in. Repeated three times.
So then we all—including Katie, since she was obviously awake!—came back into my bedroom and I asked Owen to hand me the purple towel, which he did. I thanked him and he said sweetly “Mama happy? Mama happy now? Mama not sad anymore?”
Yes, Owen, mama is happy now.
What a kid.
How does he know?
If you show Owen a credit card and ask what it is? He says “Shopping!”