Family Band

Owen got a new guitar as a "New Big Brother" gift. He loves it. He rocks out complete with head banging, swinging the guitar over his head and jumping around the living room. Yesterday, he wanted to play drums. So I got out two plastic baking spoons and flipped over his square plastic chair and we made drums. He was very pleased with this. He assigned himself to be the drummer, he requested that I play the guitar and he made his daddy dance on the landing of the stairs!!! We made quite the family band!!

Morning Concoction

Owen's is very particular about his morning "juice." He gets a sippy cup full of milk, with a drop of French Vanilla Creamer and a squirt of Reddi whip! He stands right by you to make sure it all gets put in the cup. If the T.V. happens to grab his attention and you continue to make the drink and give it to him completed he will refuse and walk back into the kitchen, open the fridge and point to all the ingredients and make you repeat the process because he dosen't trust that it was done correctly unless he is watching!

The things we do to avoid morning meltdowns!

Where are Keys!

Owen has been playing with a couple of little keys that go to my cabinet in my classroom. He will pick up the keys, come give me a kiss, wave good-bye, hop on his motorcycle and "go to work."

Yesterday morning the keys were no where to be found. Owen kept saying, "where keys, where keys," and following me around while I literally searched high and low, inside and outside for these keys. Finally, I answered him by saying, "I don't know, I will have to ask Daddy."

I went to the computer to e-mail Daddy at work, while I was doing this I heard Owen in his play closet on his cell phone say "Hi Daddy, where keys?"

Caught Red Handed

Owen has been in a big boy bed since Novemeber, we have a baby gate at his door and until recently he only "escaped" when he was mad at us for putting him in his room. Now, however, he is "escaping" in the morning without warning and running into our bedroom and at bedtime after we have tucked him in. The other night we had tucked Owen into bed and then come downstairs to eat our dessert. We were happily relaxing Gavin with his pudding and me with my left over cheesecake when we heard little feet coming down the stairs. Owen appeared between the bannister rails, pointed and said, "oh,cake!" We were busted!