Tom decided to carry BOTH kids up to bed…and they all loved it.
Category Archives: Things Owen Says
Another sick day!
My day started with Owen coming in while I was taking a shower and asking where the wipes were.
Me: Why do you need wipes?
Owen: Because I threw up in my bed and need to clean it up.
Me: Are you okay? Do you still feel sick?
Owen: I’m okay.
Me: Okay, daddy’s downstairs. Go tell him and he’ll take care of it. I’ll be out in a minute.
So I double-timed my already short morning shower and when I got out about three minutes later, Tom was throwing all of Owen’s bedding in the wash. Apparently Owen had been coughing and he threw up (of course the morning after I changed his sheets but that’s neither here nor there)…but he said he felt okay so we were going to send him to school.
Technically I knew we shouldn’t because vomiting is a no-go, but if it was just because of coughing…??? The part of me that says he’s not sick and it’s just a reaction to a gut-wrenching cough is at odds with the part of me that says vomiting is vomiting. I need to get away from the mindset that if he feels absolutely fine, has no temperature, has no other signs of anything, and has a history of vomiting with coughing…he still stays home if he vomits.
I didn’t really have much time to think about it, though, as 20 minutes later he was coughing and threw up again—plus he said his belly doesn’t feel good. Once again, his temp wasn’t even normal (78.1). Tom and I reiterated that staying home does not mean fun and games and he’s going to have to rest and take a nap. But he still says he doesn’t feel good so he’s staying home.
Of course, I had a ton of errands planned for this morning (that I’ve been putting off until today) and now I can’t go. Tom has an early day, though, so he said he’d do some for me.
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He ended up throwing up breakfast (about an hour after the fact—thankfully while Tom was still home!) so we cut out all food. We made him sip water and that seemed okay so we gave him a juice box—which came up about an hour later. By dinner he was feeling better so we tried a graham cracker and a strawberry which stayed down, so before bed he got more graham crackers and strawberries (which also stayed down).
I really wish I knew what was happening. 
Owen can count to 100!
Out of nowhere, Owen says he can count to 100. We know he can (though usually with a bit of help) but of course we joked that he couldn’t and he’d have to prove it. He did. 
It took me a few seconds to start recording and make it look like I wasn’t.
They had ONE job.
Owen noticed it! He said “I’m a problem solver!”
Owenisms 57
We were at Five Guys for dinner. After we’d been sitting there for a bit, out of nowhere:
Owen: There are only four guys.
Me & Tom: Huh? Ohhh.
Me: Five Guys is just the name of the restaurant—
Tom: It’s not how many people work here.
Owen: Oh!
Time passes. We’re all eating.
Owen: LOOK! There’s five guys now!
Owen: Where does Aladdin live?
Me: In Arabia. I show him on a map compared to where we live. It’s a different country.
Owen: So we can’t go there, right?
Me: Right.
Owen: Because we’re not country people.
Owen saw a commercial for a toy: We can go online to get that, right?
Owen: Mama, I’m sad.
Me: Why?
Owen: I miss Miss Sheryl and Mister Eddy. He’s fun and he’s weird.
Owenisms 56
Walking in the woods.
Owen: Wow! Look at that tree. It’s 1,000 pounds up!
The kids were frosting a cake with Grannie Lin. Towards the end:
Owen: I can’t touch it otherwise I might eat it all myself.
I blew my nose.
Owen: That’s a lot of snot.
Owen: Mom, I know who has the pigtails.
Me: Pigtails? What? Who?
Owen: Wendy.
Me: Who’s Wendy?
Owen: The place you go get lunch.
Me: How do you know about Wendy’s?
Owen: I’ve never been there but I was in my dreams.
Owen: My nose is bleeding.
Me: What happened?
Owen: I don’t know.
Me: Maybe it’s just too dry in our house. I’ll put up your humidifier again.
Owen: Maybe it was because I picked my nose really hard.
Me: Or that.
Five Little Pumpkins
There’s a first time for everything
Owen is usually up between 6–6:30, with rare times of maybe 6:45. This morning? I had to wake him up at 7:15!
Me: Owen, it’s time to get up.
Owen: But I’m still tired!
Me: Welcome to my world. This is how I feel every morning.
Owenisms 55
Mama, am I having a cupcake, no or yes?
Owen and I are coloring and he’s drawing ants (what they’re studying this week in school).
I’m going to draw a purple ant because the green needs to take a nap.
Me: Owen, what did you sit in today? Your pants are a mess!
Tom (from the other room): Is it poop?
Me: No, it’s not poop.
Owen: Well that’s a relief!
Mom! Katie’s an apple!
Second tooth gone!
He pulled it out at breakfast! It was super wiggly and I had told him last night to just move it back and forth and it might come out. I didn’t really think he’d do it! He was SO excited. And Tom was home this morning so he got to see it, too!
“I was just moving it around and POP it came out!”
Owenisms 54 & Katieisms 9
Owen and I were sitting at the patio table and it was tipping because our back yard really slants.
Owen: This is not the house we want to have.
Owen: We need to go to that restaurant with Boomerang [a TV channel]. [It’s a local sports bar we’ve had dinner at a few times.]
Me: Why?
Owen: Because it’s Taco Tuesday and they have tacos today!
He’s right. We made note of the “Taco Tuesday” specials sign last week when we were there. And he remembered!
Owen said something and we weren’t sure who he was talking to.
Tom: What, buddy?
Owen: I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to her [points at me].
Tom got a big frown on his face.
Me: Owen, you made daddy sad.
Owen: Never mind! I was talking to daddy!
Owen: How do you spell to?
Me: What kind of to do you mean? The number two? Or like ‘Do you want to go to the store’?
Owen: Just the word to.
Me: Different words can sound the same but mean something different. Like ‘I want two cookies’ and ‘Wave goodbye to grandma’. Use it in a sentence.
Owen: Mom, how do you spell to?
Me: 
Owen: Mama! Look at your daughter!
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Me: Katie, you have to pick all this up.
Katie: No, I’m busy.
Me: Katie, come here, we need to get you dressed.
Katie: No thank you.
Taking her upstairs for her nap.
Me: Katie, can I hold your hand?
Katie: No.
Me: Can I touch your head?
Katie: No. You can touch my back.
Shape Graph, Colors, and a Puppet
I love seeing all the stuff he brings home! The first one was (as best as we can gather) some type of game where the teacher put a random assortment of shapes in front of everyone and they had to color in what they were assigned. The other one was him reading the colors and knowing what they were and a puppet of himself that we could get NO story on.
“I had none rectangles.”
Owen’s flower and numbers
This came home in Owen’s backpack today. I was trying to figure out the words (?) on the top (blop? brb?), but then he told me they’re NUMBERS. Well of course, then it was obvious. With an extra 9, a backwards 7, a missing 5, and an extra 2.
Me: 1, 0, 9—
Owen: NO! 10!
Me: Oh, yes, you’re right, 10!
A pretzel for Owen.
So Owen came home with his sandwich still in his lunchbox. I asked why he didn’t eat it and he said because he wasn’t hungry. Hmmmm. Odd. But okay, kids are kids, it might be possible.
Fast forward a bit and he says “GUESS WHAT I HAD AT LUNCH TODAY?” And proceeds to excitedly tell me he had a [soft] pretzel from the lunch line!
Wait. What?
Yes, the cafeteria has them available for purchase—and he’s talked about them before and how he wants one—but we hadn’t yet gone over his lunch account/account number with him so we had NO idea how he actually got the pretzel since there was no way to pay for it. And of course, asking him questions got us nowhere.
Us: Owen, how did you get the pretzel?
Owen: The lady behind the pretzels gave it to me.
Us: But how did you pay for it?
Owen: She just gave it to me.
Us: You were IN the cafeteria line?
Owen: Yes.
Us: Was everyone getting pretzels? (Thinking maybe it was some special school-wide thing.)
Owen: No.
Us: And no one asked you to pay for it?
Owen: No.
So I emailed the teacher asking if she had ANY idea what might have happened, as we were somewhat concerned he got a pretzel without paying for it (though we didn’t mind that he got a pretzel).
Then I attended the PTO meeting and asked the principal about it, telling her we did have a lunch account but hadn’t yet explained it/taught him about it yet. She said that for the first week or two, the kids can tell the lunch ladies their name and they will deduct it from their account. So I figured okay, that’s obviously what happened. Except Tom asked Owen if they asked his name and he said no. Hmmm. When I got home from the meeting, the teacher had emailed me back saying that right now they are giving the lunch ladies the lunch numbers, so Owen was probably not aware that they told the cafeteria worker his lunch number. Which I guess is good…but you’d think they’d LET THE PARENTS KNOW THAT.
We told Owen it was okay he got the pretzel and we’re glad he took the initiative to do it on his own, but he can’t just decide to do that whenever he wants because a) he doesn’t eat the lunch we packed and b) it costs money. He said he didn’t want any more pretzels, so we’ll see.
Owenisms 53
We’ve promised Owen we will go to Chuck E. Cheese when Uncle Rob comes to visit.
Owen: Can we go to Chuck E. Cheese today?
Tom: Is Uncle Rob here?
Owen: No, but we can send him a video!
Tom and I were hugging in the kitchen when Owen saw us.
Owen: Group hug!
He ran over and we all tried to get Katie to come over while we were hugging. Maggie even came over. Katie got closer but wouldn’t come to us.
Owen: I’ll bring her in!
Katie was complaining that her thumb hurt.
Tom: How about we just take her thumb off? She doesn’t need it.
Owen: Yes she does! For thumbs up!
Mama, I can’t wait until Christmas when me and Katie can sit on Santa’s lap! And we wear fancy shirts! Like a pretty shirt. Or rock and roll shirt. Santa would love that.
Tom asked who Owen played with at school. We’ve obviously been catching up on MasterChef lately!
Owen: Today I played by myself. I played MasterChef. There was a grey box and when the top came up there was salmon! And a knife!
Owen: Maybe we can go to Ikea tomorrow for breakfast. For cinnamon rolls.
Me: You know, I can make cinnamon rolls, too. And they’re probably better.
Owen: Ahhh, no. Ikea.
Owen’s second loose tooth.
He proudly showed me as soon as he got off the bus (but after he hugged Katie).
Then, at dinner:
Owen: Mom, you know what the tooth fairy is going to bring me? A chocolate Popsicle!
Me: Um, that’s not going to fit in your tooth pillow.
Owen: No, the pillow I put my head on. She’ll put it in a freezer bag.
Me: Don’t get your hopes up.
I really miss knowing the details of Owen’s day.
So, how does Owen like school? He LOVES it!
Unfortunately, we don’t get a lot of details out of him that make sense to us. For example, today was something about letters and a coconut tree (and a song?) and stringing rubberbands on boards. We ask if it was art or math or what…he doesn’t know and doesn’t really add more info.
Me: Were you stringing rubberbands to make patterns?
Owen: If you pull them too far they will break.
Me: Right, but what exactly were you doing with the rubberbands?
Owen: [BIG SIGH] I told you we were stringing them.
Yeah, I want him to be independent but I miss being able to go in the classroom everyday and talk to the teacher like I did in pre-k and see what they’ve been working on.
Trying to get his mohawk away.
Yeah, we don’t know either. Welcome to Owen’s world.
Owen’s Kindergarten Q&A
Last year: Owen’s Preschool Q&A
Again this year, some of his answers depended on what was in his line of sight or what he had recently played with—he doesn’t quite GET the meaning of the word “favorite” in all instances. I’m starting to rethink these questions.
- Favorite color: blue (same)
- Favorite pet: Charlie (same)
- Favorite food: pizza (was PB&J)
- Favorite ice cream: chocolate (same)
- Favorite fruit: strawberry (was apple)
- Best friend: Braxton (was Joselyne; I was wondering who he was going to say because he doesn’t really have any friends here yet)
- Favorite toy: Dusty (was cars; Dusty is the plane from Planes that was sitting next to him)
- Favorite Cars car: Frank the tractor (was Doc Hudson; Frank was on the floor next to him; he’s not really IN to Cars like he used to be)
- Favorite Super Hero: Batman (was Superman and Batman)
- Favorite TV show: Penguins of Madagascar (was Octonauts—no, Doc McStuffins)
- Favorite book: Star Wars Lego book (was Olivia; he first tried to tell me it was WHOOSH—a book we haven’t read in probably six months but was nearby thanks to Katie)
- Favorite movie: Lego Movie (was Planes—which I still find hilarious because he only saw it once at the theater—we haven’t watched it again since)
- What I want to be when I grow up: barbarian (was “race car man…race car guy…racing guy”—you can thank Tom and his iPad games for the barbarian!)
Clone Dalek
After we watched a Doctor Who episode on Daleks, Owen created this.
The last part of Owen counting to 100.
He was doing SO well on his own that I started recording…and then he kinda lost it a little bit…but finished with some help. You can tell he was getting VERY excited about getting to 100.
I don’t think he’ll have a problem mastering the Kindergarten first quarter expectations of counting to 10.
T-5 days until the pool closes…
Papa happened to call right as we were walking in, so I Skyped them back so they got to watch Owen do a few jumps and watch Katie swim around.
He kept doing this and I finally asked what he was doing… You’ll never guess. He was trying to do a somersault! I told him I’d help him when we were in the big pool!
Katie saw Owen holding his nose, so she was trying to do the same thing!
The kids she had been playing with in the kiddie pool were going home, so she was at the fence saying “Guys! Guys? Where are you going?”
He loves just floating like this.
If you didn’t know he liked to do it, it might freak you out because he looks…well…dead.
This is how Owen moves across the pool when he’s not actually swimming.
And then it was time for the special surprise! Not only was daddy at the pool with us…but we ordered pizza for dinner! Poolside! (Ever since Owen saw the signs and saw someone have pizza delivered, he’s wanted us to do it. Since the pool season is almost over, today was the day!)
She loves being tossed in the air…but can’t quite manage to count to three.
My turn with Katie. The video isn’t that great (meaning Katie doesn’t appear to be having that much fun) but she really was…and it’s rare for me to actually be in a picture or video with the kids. So here it is.
I finally got a video of Katie getting out of and back in the pool. However, she only did it once. The other day, she just kept going up the ladder then back into the pool—time after time after time.
And the bonus to the whole day? I started talking with a girl at the pool (she was there with a little girl who Katie was playing with in the kiddie pool) and long story short, she’s a babysitter and lives in the neighborhood! WOOHOO!
And the funniest thing of the day? While I was at the kiddie pool talking to the girl, Tom came over to tell me what Owen had just said. Tom said they had a race across the length of the pool and of course Tom won, but when Owen finished, Tom asked if he was tired or if he wanted to go talk to me. Owen’s response? NO! I’M PUMPED UP! LET’S GO!
T-7 days until the pool closes…
So I thought I’d try to get some better swimming shots.
Posing because he’s a goof.
Pouting because I wouldn’t give her the goldfish and juice (which were for the snack break later).
Getting into the pool and then swimming around. I LOVE her little legs just scooting her along!
Owenisms 52
Me: Owen do you have to poop?
Owen: No.
Me: OWEN GO POOP.
Owen: Okay.
Owen: Katie, those are my weapons. Don’t touch them. They’re for five year olds.
Owen was playing in our bed and fell off.
Me: Are you okay?
Owen: A Transformer tossed me off!
Out of the blue just now:
Owen: Remember when we put the necklace in the cooker?
Me: What? Necklace in the cooker!?!?
Owen: When Miss Ruth came to our old house without TJ just Emily. And we put the necklace in the cooker?
Then it hit me. She had brought Shrinky dink bracelets for the kids. His mind scares me.
We’ve been watching Wreck It Ralph a lot lately.
Owen: Mom, for Halloween, daddy can be Wreck It Ralph. You can be the girl from Heroes Duty.
Me: And you can be Fix It Felix.
Owen: And Katie can be Penelope Von Sweets! And Braxton can be King Candy! And my dog can be the cybug.
Me: Owen, did you go poop?
Owen: Yes! And I wiped!
Tom: Did you get it all?
Owen: Uhhhh.
Tom: Mom, you’d better check.
Me: Let’s go.
Owen pulls his pants down in the kitchen.
Me: No, go to the bathroom. Don’t pull your pants down yet.
Owen: I’m just getting my butt ready!
Once in awhile I just like to secretly record him.
I was going to trim it, but there’s a few good parts.
Mom, can I pick up Charlie?
Sure.
Getting ready to run the ravine
This isn’t the best video but it makes me laugh. Owen wanted to run again, but he had to “exercise” (stretch) first. He obviously got the idea from somewhere I have no idea about.
And his cheering section—she’d clap wildly while saying “Run Owen!”
I think official daycare is out.
So I had hoped to get Katie in a 1-2x/week daycare. The place I looked today is $176 for two days (which can be full day or X number of hours, no difference in price). Sorry but $88/day isn’t happening (it drops to about $55/day for a full week at $293). This is why I don’t work. There is no way we can afford this right now.
Owen asked if it was where Katie would be going. I said maybe but it costs a lot of money. After a few moments, Owen said “You can use my money.”
I am still researching other options for a scheduled program, but it appears but we were spoiled in Jacksonville with the drop-in child care as there’s nothing like that here (or at least close enough to be worth it).
I made Owen upset.
Owenisms 51 & Kateisms 8
Owen: 2-4-6-8
Me: What comes next?
Owen: 10?
Me: Yes. Where did you learn that?
Owen: In two school!
Friends are coming to stay for a few days. The daughter is about Owen’s age and he’s REALLY been looking forward to it.
Owen: It’s Tuesday! Emily’s coming today!
Me: Yes. Please pick up these toys.
Owen: Katie, please pick up the toys. Emily doesn’t like a messy room.
Owen: Mom, I wish we had gramma’s ingredients for lunch.
Me: What are her ingredients?
Owen: Square crackers with cheese melted on them. [Triscuits and creamy havarti cheese.]
Owen: Mom, TJ is big enough.
Me: What do you mean big enough?
Owen: He’s like parents.
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At the pool playing with the rings with other kids around.
Katie: [Throws a ring] Go get it Owee! [Throws a ring] Go get it daddy! [Throws a ring] Go get it boy.
Katie hasn’t been able to open her bedroom door yet. This morning I walked down the hall to check on the kids since it was later than normal.
Katie: [From behind her door] Can Katie come out please?
We were driving to the pool (about 150 yards away) and on a whim I put Katie in my lap—she usually (obviously) sits in her rear-facing car seat.
Katie, as we’re driving down the road and she’s looking out the front: WHOAAAA! This is crazy!
