Welcome to my neuroses.

I am trying to figure out how to categorize/sort/label my Katie photos. Owen was easy—separate folders for Year | Month. But now that Katie is here, I’m at a loss. I started doing the same as Owen (Year | Month) but she’s obviously in pictures with Owen…so do the photos go in Owen, Katie, or a new Siblings folder? For the month she was born, I put Owen photos in Owen, Katie photos in Katie, and mixed photos in the folder of whoever seemed to be the main subject of the photo.

Then I figured that maybe I would just group them in a generic Kids folder…but there are times when I take a ton of Owen or a ton of Katie—that could really go in their own folder.

I thought about tagging, but I’m not sure how helpful that really is on my computer (Windows 7). (I know you CAN tag things, but I haven’t really used it or used it to search, so I’m not sure how beneficial it would really be.) I know people use Picasa, but I have tried using it in the past but all I remember is that last time I used it—and tagged EVERYTHING—my hard drive died (or something) and I lost all my work. So I don’t want to waste my time with that again.

Then there’s POSTING the photos. I upload monthly photos to Shutterfly. So, there are (obviously) 41 monthly folders of Owen. I started an album for Katie (currently one folder!)…but these should mimic what I do on my computer. Right? To keep the confusion to a minimum?

And don’t even get me started on this blog. I called it Baby. Now it should be Kids but I’m sure that’s a nightmare to change. And all the posts about Owen I want labeled as Owen but there is NO easy way to do that, so I’m just tagging Katie posts with Katie to at least differentiate that way. I get a headache just thinking about it.

WELCOME TO MY NEUROSES. :**:

Singing along with Handy Manny’s tools

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xm9vm99vcXw

Owen goes through stages of what he wants to watch. Mostly it’s “pigs” (which is the Nick Jr cartoon Olivia) with some Backyardigans and Little Einsteins. However, today he was on a Handy Manny kick (and has been on a few other days recently) so imagine my surprise when he started singing along! Well, not exactly, but as good as a 3yo can do when you can’t really even understand the words to start with! It’s SO cute and he gets so excited!

Sesame Street USO Experience

http://www.uso.org/sesame/

Since its debut in July 2008, the Sesame Street/USO Experience for Military Families has taken its message to more than 248,000 troops and military families and performed 433 shows on 131 military bases in 33 states and eleven countries.

We learned tonight that Owen really doesn’t do LOUD. (We know he doesn’t like sudden loud noises and in general he doesn’t like loud areas…but I was holding out hope.) So, yep, the Sesame Street thing was a fail. But let me start at the beginning…

We were in the third row on the end of the aisle. I was excited because it meant I could get good pics of the stage and Owen would be close enough to see. The mom next to me said “You know they come down the aisles right?” obviously warning me. I said no I didn’t know, but we’d see what happened (if Owen liked it or was freaked out). I loved the Sesame Street sign.

He loved seeing all the kids waiting in line and in the auditorium (“Look at all the kids!”).

He didn’t seem to mind the noise level of the auditorium (the first big challenge).

He loved that he got an Elmo spinny light toy (he LOVES those type of toys).

He let me take a picture (that turned out awesome).

He did awesome waiting the half hour—playing with the spinny toy and my phone (and the mom next to us even commented on how awesome his behavior was, compared to her 2yo monkey who wouldn’t stop climbing and moving).

But…he started saying DONE before the show even started. But it was a calm DONE, like a polite suggestion. I figured once he saw Elmo, maybe he would change his mind. Well, the first thing that happened was a guy came out to welcome everyone and give thanks to certain people…and Owen was okay with that…and I learned he apparently really likes clapping when everyone else is:

Then there was a video of the First Lady and Elmo, welcoming everyone and setting up the premise of the show. And he was okay with that. (This is one of the videos we saw.)

And then Elmo came out and it was LOUD and they started LOUD music and dancing.

And that’s when he became more emphatic with his HOME, DONE, and pointing. He would be excited momentarily when each new character came out, but it was still LOUD songs and he was not a fan. I kept trying to talk to him to hopefully calm him a little and get him through the music to where there would (hopefully) just be talking…but he alternated between putting his head in my lap (trying to hide) and pointing and saying HOME. I thought we might make it, but then he started whining and almost crying, so I knew we were done.

So about five minutes in (before the thing really got started—they were still in the warm up songs) I decided it was time to go and moved to get out of my seat—and he was off like a shot up the aisle, weaving through all the little kids in the aisle who were dancing, not even looking back for me. As soon as we got outside, he was completely fine, playing with his spinny toy and having a ball.

On the way to the car he started saying “Great job, mama, great job.” ❓ He’s been saying that lately and I assume he’s just parroting me saying it (I say it A LOT) but sometimes it’s appropriate for the situation. So I just thanked him, and eventually he said “Great job, mama, seeing Sesame Street.” So to him, he saw Sesame Street and he was just fine. 🙂

So in once sense I was disappointed (I kinda wanted to see the show—it wasn’t just for him!) but he was apparently happy AND we were out of there before it ended so we didn’t have to deal with the crazy traffic AND we got home in time for his bedtime AND at least we learned the lesson a cheap way (free tickets to something local), instead of traveling and spending $$$ on tickets for something in, say, Raleigh.

I’m guessing this is one of the areas we’ll be working on when we eventually start therapy. 🙂

BUBBLE GUPPIES!!

We have never watched Bubble Guppies. Ever. Well, except for the little 2-3 minute blurbs that might appear at the end of other shows.

So tonight, I was scrolling through My Shows on the TiVo Premiere (which has thumbnails on the top of the screen showing suggested shows) and Owen looks up and suddenly screeches “BUBBLE GUPPIES!!” Clear as day. And yep, there was the thumbnail.

I have NO idea how he knew that was the name. I mean, I’m sure they’ve said it (so he’s heard it)…but to make that connection without ever having seriously watched it?!

It’s just amazing what his brain picks up.

Clues everywhere!

Owen has been getting into Blues Clues lately…and consequently seeing clues (pawprints) everywhere! It started with a pawprint logo on a pet bed, then a pawprint on some carpet cleaner (on a closet shelf that I’m still not sure how he managed to notice)…and just now, he saw the Clemson paw on the scrolling football scores and said “There’s a clue!” 🙂

Smartypants.

Backstory: 1) Owen generally wants us to start a new show before the first one is even done. He knows when it’s ending and says “More rocket!” or whatever show it is that he wants. 2) Tom gets up with Owen on the weekends so I can sleep in (which really just means wake up around my normal time, but leisurely, without having to get Owen, change the diaper, etc.).

So this morning I was up (7:30) just laying there waking up, when I hear our bedroom door open and I figure it’s Tom. Nope, I hear “More rocket! More rocket!”

I was still a bit groggy so tried to get Owen to climb in our bed to watch. “NOOOOOO!!! More rocket!” And he was very adamant. He came over and took my finger and pulled me out of bed and dragged me down the hall—all while I was wondering where Tom was that he wasn’t able to stop Owen.

Yeah, he was downstairs getting Owen his snack. And had only been gone a minute or to. But Owen was smart enough to figure where I was and knew I could get him what he wanted so he wouldn’t have to wait for Tom to get back.

Stinker.

Bee! Bee!

Owen kept saying “bee” this morning, and actually whined when I put on Little Einsteins or Mickey Mouse Club…whined! WHINED!

He didn’t want his all-time favorite rocket? Color me stunned. And he just kept repeating bee! bee! bee! and I couldn’t figure out what he wanted. His blanket is called a “B” but that wasn’t it.

Two hours later after we came back in from playing outside and he started with the beeee! beeee! again—and it hit me!—Bee Movie, which we watched for the first time last night!

He liked it so much that we watched it—are you ready?—THREE times today. THREE.

And for the moment, I don’t care, because I was getting a little tired of rocket rocket rocket rocket rocket rocket rocket rocket rocket rocket rocket rocket rocket rocket rocket rocket. 🙂