So Owen was playing outside in his underwear and it reminded me of when he started potty training and was wearing underwear for the first time… So wow—look at the difference between then (September 1, 2012) and now (April 30, 2013):
Smart kid.
I was just reading a sad story and crying. Owen asked why I was crying and I told him. He said “You need to read a happy story!”
Smart kid.
Mismatched Legos
This is what Owen LOVES to do with his Lego minifigures.
Owen is 4 years 3 months old today!
Thankfully we’re past the “I refuse to sit still for a photo” age and now he does exactly what I tell him and it’s over in a minute. 🙂
15,146 views…?!?!
I happened to check my YouTube Analytics this morning, and saw that this video has the most views—to the tune of 15,146. WHAT THE? REALLY? WHY? I’m intrigued.
Even the number of times other videos have been watched amazed me…the top ones have 400+ views. WHY!?! Who the hell is watching my videos? Not that I care, it just really interests me!
Spoiled, crying Katie
So, since I’m a single parent this week, bath time was challenging (obviously one of us stays with Katie while Owen gets his bath but that wasn’t possible). I do leave her alone for a few minutes, but didn’t want to leave her alone for his entire bath…so the only safe place for her to go was in her crib. Which we never do unless it’s sleepy time. She’s never even been stuck in a pack-n-play except to sleep… In other words…SPOILED.
Needless to say she WAS. NOT. HAPPY. This is a compilation of about two minutes of the entire 15 minutes worth of screaming. I thought she might not mind as much if I was in with her, so kept running back and forth between checking on Owen and cleaning/organizing her room. Nope. She screamed whether I was in there or not.
But at least she doesn’t hold a grudge. This is minutes afterwards. It’s enough to balance out the earlier screaming…right?
In the elevator!
Owen was busy setting up Lego figures and them he says “Mom! Look! They’re all in the elevator going to Gramma Jean’s!”
Me and the kidlets
I had a feeling…
I had a feeling if I left him alone while I ran upstairs for a few minutes this would happen…
I don’t always make him take a daily nap anymore (so he’ll be more likely to fall asleep quicker at night) but he still obviously could use some rest. 🙂
Peek!
We didn’t see Katie then all of a sudden she pops up!
Minor Knee Update
So, I completely forgot about my knee and tried to kneel on it today while cleaning the floor…and almost collapsed in pain.
This can’t be good.
It’s okay standing—and walking and on stairs I can feel it—but anything requiring a 90° bend hurts (unless I’m laying down) and any pressure is killer.
It sucks because I tend to kneel quite a few times during the day and I have to consciously remind myself to kneel on one knee only.
Owen always surprises me.
This morning he wanted to go outside and I told him he had to get shoes on. Usually he puts his Crocs on since they’re easier (although we’ve been trying to teach him his Velcro sandals)…but he came back with the sandals! And on correctly! (He usually gets the Velcro on way too loose—like foot falling out loose.) I was impressed.
You can now tell him to go to his room and get an outfit and he’ll bring one down. Most times he can get dressed, too!!
I made a frozen pizza for dinner. I was sure he wouldn’t like it so I had one of his ready for backup. He takes one look at mine and says “Where’s MY pizza?” I tell him we only have pepperoni (knowing he doesn’t like pepperoni) and he says “YES! Pepperoni! I like pepperoni!” Hmm. Okay. So he somehow THINKS he likes pepperoni? So he gets it and lets it cool and…big surprise…he doesn’t like it. We pick off all the pepperoni and…nope. (Of course, Katie ate both.)
Then, I was giving Katie some freeze-dried corn (same stuff that Owen LOVED at that age but hasn’t eaten since) and he just up and asked to try some. And liked it. And asked for more. WHAT?!?! Okay, cool. Then he asked for dried bananas (which he has eaten lately—but I’m still amazed he asked).
He’s growing up…
Sniff.
First time up our stairs!
We leave the gate open now and again because Katie hasn’t actually showed much interest above the first step. But today when Owen opened the gate and…
Colorful old outfit!
Yet another Jenny outfit from the days of yore… Could she BE any cuter?
C’mon Gramma Jean…I’m holding up my end of the bargain by dressing her in these and taking pictures…where are the pictures of ME to prove I actually wore this stuff? 🙂
Papa’s Bracelet
Owen got this out today and wanted to wear it. I asked if he remembered who made it for him…and of course he remembered. 🙂
April photos are online!
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Can I ask you a question?
Owen asks this about 20 times a day. Most times it’s in relation to something he’s doing/watching/eating, and I don’t think he’s always wanting an answer. 🙂
Owen: Can I ask you a question? What’s your favorite color?
Me: Hmmm. Purple. What’s your favorite color?
Owen: Blue. What’s Katie’s favorite color?
Me: I don’t know.
Owen: Pink!
Owen: Can I ask you a question?
Me: Yes.
Owen: How do you get ninjas?
Me: How do YOU get ninjas?
Owen: You use your energies!
Owen: Mama, can I ask you a question?
Me: Yes.
Owen: Can I have some popcorn please?
Me: Mimics handing him popcorn.
Owen: Mmm, thanks! I really needed some popcorn.
Owen: Can I ask you a question?
Me: Yes.
Owen: How do you get the number 10?
Me: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10
Owen: Can I ask you a question?
Me: Mmm hmm.
Owen: How do you play Indiana Jones game?
Me: You know how to play!
Owen: Laughs. YES I DO!
Owen: Mama, can I ask you a new question?
Me: Yes.
Owen: How do you eat cereal?
Me: How do YOU eat cereal?
Owen: With your spoon!
Owen: Can I ask you a question?
Me: Yes.
Owen: How do you get popcorn? Brief pause. Can I ask you another question? How do you get the elephant?
Owen: Mama, can I ask you a question?
Me: What?
Owen: How do you get popcorn?
Owen: May I ask you a question? About that thing?
Me: What thing?
Owen: The chocolate pudding.
Me: What’s your question?
Owen: How do you get it?
Owen: Can I ask you a question?
Me: Yes.
Owen: How do you feel?
Me: I’m happy.
Owen: Me, too!!
Owen: Can I ask you a question?
Me: What?
Owen: How do you get the pool ready?
Me: You saw how daddy got it ready. What did he do?
Owen: He got water.
Me: What else?
Owen: The rototiller.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Watching Cars is a riot.
First, he DOES NOT WANT to watch Cars—but as soon as it starts, he’s dancing around and getting out all the matching cars as they come on the screen.
Here, he’s crashing the cars as they crash on TV:
Then I had to pause Cars 2 when Crabby comes on the screen because Owen NEEDS to get his own Crabby—but it’s out of his reach and I’m feeding Katie and can’t get it.
I get Crabby AND Siddely (to prepare for later in the movie) and then it’s okay to start the movie again.
And on and on.
Fork!
She desperately wanted to grab MY fork while I was feeding her, so I gave her one of her own.
Little Masseuse
Owen’s Storytelling
Okay, everyone sit down and listen to my story.
Once upon a time there was a boy. His name was King Owen. There was a dragon and he fought him. And everyone was happy. The End.
The pool is officially open!
Owen has been bugging me to go in the pool ever since the first day’s brief splashing, but I haven’t been able to let him since the salt levels were too high. Today I finally over-filled the pool by about 2″ hoping it would be enough…and it was! I warned him it was going to be cold but he didn’t care…until he got in.
“EEK! IT’S COLD!”
Happy, happy boy!
Then I had him empty some of the water. It’s easier (and more fun) for him to do it!
Then he wanted balls. And water guns. And his AquaZooka. And then…
Owen: Mama, I want the fish.
Me: What fish?
Owen: The floaty fish!
Me: We don’t have a floaty fish.
Owen: Yes! In the shed!
I go to the shed and look around. I don’t see a fish.
Me: Owen, I don’t see a fish. Where is it?
Owen: Behind the wagon.
And damn if it wasn’t there, buried UNDERNEATH a hose. He must have seen it last weekend when Tom had everything out.
Then I noticed the sky looked like this:
So I kept an eye on the weather, but the clouds just moved right over us. Katie was enjoying watching her brother.
Then, strangely enough, AFTER the clouds passed, THEN it started to sprinkle, so I got Owen out of the pool:
And he decided to give Katie some love:
And then post-pool Lego play—of course in the kitchen where things easily get bumped or knocked off. But, to his credit, he said “But it’s out of reach [for Katie]!” which is exactly what I told him he had to do.
Unfortunately, when I went out later to fix the skimmer (that Owen had knocked apart), the pump started beeping at me that the salt was too high again. I have NO idea how that could happen, so I get to try again tomorrow…
Straw sippy cups!
This morning at breakfast I gave Katie a straw sippy cup to play/practice with. I marked where I filled it so I could tell if she actually drank anything or was just playing. And damned if she didn’t actually drink some! Then I let her have it during play time and she drank more! So…it looks like we’re going to bypass the hard spout cups. WOOHOO! (Owen didn’t drink out of straw cups until probably 1.5-2—but I don’t think we even gave him the chance because typically regular sippy cups come first so that’s what we did.)
At her second dinner (when Owen was finally eating at 8:00) I gave her the cup again and she was drinking and drinking. She’s still obviously getting used to the flow because she’d often choke a little bit on a big gulp of water. She’s also learning to hold it and pick it up…something she’s refused to do with her bottles thus far.
But look at how VERY proud of herself she is!
ALMOST BUT NOT QUITE!
THERE YOU GO!
TA DA!
I’m really wondering if she’s going to be done with bottles sooner rather than later. She still drinks SOME but it’s really few and far between (I can’t tell you the last time she drank a full bottle in one sitting)—she’d much rather eat real food.
Ninjas and Legos
So Owen and I were playing with ninjas and Legos. Owen turned the headdress around (of the Aztec Warrior) so the face was hidden and says “Whoa! Who turned out the lights?!”
Just another saying we have NO idea where it came from.
And him playing.
I see cords!
With the drawer pulled out, she can see the cords running behind the cabinet…so she’s often found like this:
Who, me?
Sisterly Love
She loves Owen so much! She’s always by him or crawling on him or messing with him. And I think he loves it more than she does!!
A Katie Break
Morning Fun
I started out taking photos of Katie in this cute outfit…I think the shirt came from Grandma Marsha or Grannie Lin and I think I got the skirt—but they match perfectly. And how cute is the little skirt?!
And then Owen got involved… Well, he just sat there and she LOVES to crawl on him so off she went.
Then back to Miss Katie.
Like father, like son.
Bathing Beauty
