Mirror Fun
Mom, I’m a ninja.
Okay, it’s time.
So, Owen loved opening presents, but usually didn’t seem too thrilled with the actual item. But I knew he’d get to them eventually…so it’s fun to see what he’ll bring out of the toy room next.
Just now, he came out with three new packages of Cars cars that he opened from papa and Grannie Lin last night. 🙂
Another trip to the doctor.
Walking into the doctors office…
Mama, I’m sorry you don’t feel good.
Awwww. 🙂
And he was REALLY good while we waited…
But the doc said it wasn’t strep or anything needing meds. It’s probably allergies or viral so lozenges, humidity, etc. I’m glad I’m not really sick, but I wish there was a pill to cure it. 😐
Bedtime light
Thanks papa and grannie!
He wasn’t terribly interested in it when he opened it…got a little interested when he saw it in action…carried it around but refused to put it on…until bedtime when he HAD to have it! Fast forward 15 minutes and he was out of bed so I went in there and he didn’t want it on anymore and HAD to give it to me (versus just putting it on his dresser).
I’m sure it will get lots of use in the future.
Someone new to watch Tangled with.
Katie Noises
Robot Microphone
Thanks Aunt Beth and Uncle Jim—this thing is a riot. We all like it!
Merry Christmas!
Well this morning was…not quite what I expected. I thought Owen would wake up and be super excited about Santa…but all he wanted to do was play his Xbox game. 🙁
We excitedly said “Owen, who came to visit last night?” and in the most quiet and bored voice simply said “Santa.” Not quite the response I expected. About 20 minutes later we convinced him it was time to check out what Santa left—and he was a bit more enthusiastic. Here we are coming down the stairs to find the stockings…
And then it was off to see the presents…where he got upset because Santa ate “his” (Owen’s) cookies—even though Owen didn’t want any himself last night or this morning—and then back to happy again remembering there were presents to open.
Of course, he was happy to pose with all the presents:
And smiled with one when I asked him to:
And enjoyed playing with some of the things:
But honestly, he seemed less than thrilled with most of his stuff (though I guess to be fair, it’s hard to get excited about clothes or games when they’re in a box). I mean, he enjoyed opening them (which I guess is good enough, right?) but then they were pretty much immediately tossed aside and it was on to the next present. (Yes, I know he’s three. But it was just such a change from last year when he wanted to play with everything as he opened it). He did like a few things (meaning he expressed some awe over them—like both new Xbox Lego games, his Cars cars, and his Indiana Jones minifigs)…but the biggest hit wasn’t even from us or Santa—it was a bug vacuum and fishing rod (that you put your iPhone in to pretend fish) from Tom’s mom that were both immediately turned into guns. And an activity box that was for Katie.
I guess I was expecting too much from a 3yo, right?
And less than an hour later, he was already done playing with everything new and wanted to play the stupid xbox game I had hoped would be forgotten about with the appearance of two new games. 🙁 I feel bad that I’m a little upset, but I just keep telling myself it’s not a big deal, it’s not a big deal, it’s not a big deal because I know he’ll eventually play with everything and like the games, etc…but it was just a bit disappointing because it wasn’t what I envisioned (and you think by now I’d know better).
There were lots of smiles and fun moments, though. 🙂
We Skyped with Grandma Marsha and Uncle Rob while Owen opened the presents they sent and some from Santa and mom and dad.
We had labeled everything with big name tags because Owen knows his name, so with just about every package he picked up he said “O-W-E-N spells me—Owen” and it was completely adorable. So then it was funny when we caught him opening a package for me and we said “Owen, is that yours?” YES! “Owen, whose name is on the label?” He looks for the label, sees it’s not Owen and immediately says “I’m sorry! So so sorry!” 🙂
Katie enjoyed the tags on one of her gifts:
And Charlie enjoyed a box in the middle of the floor—and watching everything from her perch:
And he was excited about this Captain America figure…
…until Tom pressed the button to make it speak and it freaked Owen out:
And he liked his trampoline…for about 15 seconds. (That was free so it may end up being gifted elsewhere because we don’t really have room for it if he’s not loving it.)
So overall I’d say it was a success, even if it didn’t go quite as we planned.
Santa’s Treats
Owen’s Christmas Eve PJs
Katie’s Christmas Eve Outfit
Hummus!
I had pita chips and hummus on the table. Owen wanted a chip and he’s never had those, but it’s a chip so he was eager to try it. Then I pushed the hummus toward him and asked if he wanted to try it.
Owen: Is it peanut butter?
Me: It’s like peanut butter.
He dips a chip and eats it.
Me: Do you like it?
Owen: Turning the hummus around to see the label… No, it’s tomato. (It’s Tuscan Herb so the picture shows a tomato and basil.)
But I rewarded him 10 minutes for trying a new food!
Owen: Mom, what are these chips called?
Me: Pita chips.
Owen: Mmmmm. I like pita chips.
He continues eating chips.
A few minutes later he’s eyeing the hummus. I ask if he wants more and he says yes.
Wait, what?
Okay!
He dipped a few and ate them…so I asked if he liked it and his answer was still no. 🙂
Then he took the chips (and his milk) upstairs. About 10 minutes later he comes down—carrying the bag of chips—saying he needs “this” as he grabs the hummus, putts the top on and carries it off.
I texted Tom (who was upstairs with him) asking if he sent Owen down for it and he said no—“He wanted it. Said it is his lunch!”
Amazing!
Now…if only he likes it on another day!
All. Day. Long.
Wow. She really likes to test her voice by screeching and shrieking. It’s cute to a point, but it literally gives me a headache. Here’s a slight example.
So, by the end of the day, I’m really completely over the “cuteness” of the screeching. And Tom—just getting home—gets annoyed with me for getting annoyed with it. I tell him it’s not as cute after you’ve had to listen to it for 11 hours off and on. 😐 He sees everything as no big deal. Which I guess it isn’t WHEN YOU’RE ONLY AROUND TWO HOURS OF IT A DAY. 🙂
Santa Beard Update
Deep-fried turkey dinner party!
O-W-E-N spells Owen!
So Tom was watching football, I was at the computer, and Owen was sitting on the couch playing games on the iPad (and lest you think I forgot Katie…she was napping). Owen starts saying “O-W-E-N spells Owen. O-W-E-N. O-W-E-N spells Owen.” Tom finally looked at what he was doing…and Owen had created a new profile for a game and had typed in o-w-e-n! 😯 He’s seen me do this before and I’ve showed him how to find the letters on the keyboard, but this is the first time he did it himself! Totally on his own! Tom and I were floored.
Owenisms 6
Out of nowhere Owen picks up an empty gift bag…
Singing Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you mama!
Owen picks up the jar of cat treats…
It’s time to feed the cats! /rattles jar/ Charlie!
No, I’m Owen.
Tom: Are you a ninja?
Owen: No, I’m Owen.
Me: Owen, are you a baby?
Owen: No, I’m Owen.
Rollin’ rollin’ rollin’!
Katie has started rolling over! It started a day or so ago when she was on her belly when we got her up in the morning—one day happy, one day screaming (when she can’t flip back over). Owen did the same exact thing but got over it in a few days.
So last night we put her to bed—minus the swaddle so she’d have use of her arms to flip herself over if necessary—and hoped for the best. I was just a bit nervous because I was watching her sleep on her stomach—which I know is okay (she’s napped that way before) but it’s still a little nerve wracking thinking about it being the whole night. But it was cute (though we’ve got to get the video camera closer to her to get better pictures like we got with Owen!).
And then tonight I finally caught her actually rolling over!
Letters to Santa? Backfired.
Prompting Owen to write an actual letter to Santa is backfiring, as he now wants stuff he’s not getting.
For the past few weeks we’ve been saying “Owen, would you maybe like ABC for Christmas?” Knowing full well it was already bought and wrapped. And of course he’d say yes because we know he’d like it. Now after a trip to Costco he’s asking for something completely new that he saw (which, on Costco trips before now, he’s NEVER wanted anything!)—and the specific color he asked for I found on ebay for pretty cheap so we added it to his pile.
So today when we’re actually writing the letter, he doesn’t want that color anymore, but a new color. Which he’s definitely not getting because Santa is DONE shopping. Sigh. I think we’re done with the whole “asking for what you want from Santa” thing…Santa will bring what Santa has already planned to bring. 🙂
Two quick hours.
So I was NOT tired last night at bedtime. I tossed and turned for awhile (listening to Tom snore then not snore then snore then not snore) then finally just gave up and was catching up on email and whatnot on my phone. Until 2am. 😐 But, I figured, at least I’d REALLY be tired once I finally fell asleep and I’d sleep really well and get up at my normal-ish 7 or 7:30.
Except a loud BEEP woke us up at…4am. One of the fire detectors was apparently dying—even though Tom somewhat recently changed all the batteries. And it wasn’t on a quick beep cycle like it usually is (like once every two minutes) so it took like 15-20 minutes of waiting and listening to figure out which one it was. 😐 So by now it’s almost 4:30 so Tom just starts getting ready for work—and of course I’m wide awake from the BEEP so I hear the shower and him shaving and getting dressed and all that I normally sleep through (or wake up and hear but just roll over and fall back to sleep). At 5 I just gave up and got up, showered, and started my day.
So I get to face the day with a toddler and a baby on two hours of sleep.
Owenisms 5
Owen: I love those crackers…they’re so nummy.
Owen: I need to watch my TV show mom.
Me: No, not right now.
Owen: Mom, please please please? Please please please? Complete with cute cherub face and clasped hands.
Me: No, not right now.
Owen: I’m not happy anymore.
I kissed Owen goodnight on the head.
Owen: Hey! You just kissed my head!
So, we tried to see Santa.
We tried to go to a USMC family-oriented Christmas party tonight on base. We prepped Owen for sitting on Santa’s lap and for telling Santa what he wanted and everything. He was excited! We didn’t have high hopes of him liking the crowds, etc., so kept our fingers crossed it wouldn’t be too big or too loud.
Nope.
We were fine walking in. It hadn’t officially started yet so people were just milling around. He didn’t want to do any of the crafts except decorate a cookie.
I took him over to where Santa would be to get familiar with it…and he refused to even get near the chair.
Then as soon as the pre-party music started over the loudspeakers, he was done. 🙁 He wasn’t as freaked out as he was at Sesame Street Live (I’m guessing because it wasn’t AS loud) but he was covering his ears and asking to go home. So we packed up and left. Before the event even started. Poor kid.
And now I’m pissed we missed the EFMP (exceptional family member program) Christmas with Santa, which would have been super low-key and perfect. Next year…
I finally got him to play along.
WARNING: It’s a long video, because its the first ~8 minutes of the movie.
It’s much cuter in person—and when you’re familiar with the movie—but this is what he does EVERY time we watch the movie. Normally he sees me recording and hides but today he let me!
Really?
Me: Owen, you’re being really good.
Owen: Really really really really really good?
Zero means no pee.
Me: Owen, do you have to go potty?
Owen: It’s zero, which means there’s no pee in there.
Um. Okay?


































