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!

All Men are the Same

All men are the same when they are sick, even when they are only two-years-old. Owen has had a runny nose for the past couple of days and every time he needs his nose wiped he yells out like he is having a contraction!! It is quite ridiculous!

The Ridiculousness that is my life!

I am writing this as I sit in the van with my two-year-old son. It is his favorite thing to do is sit in the van. Sometimes he drives, sometimes he takes books out there to read, sometimes he plays with his little cars, and sometimes he sits in there "talking" on his cell phone to Daddy!

Lately he has wanted me to sit out here with him. He will patiently wait while I get done feeding my two-month old, and will say "ready," and point to the van. This morning, he was sleeping in my bed and when he got out he said "garage." Are you starting to see the obsession?!

Last Saturday, while I was feeding Max, Owen brought me my high heeled shoes that I had worn to church the week before and said "ready." When I didn't immediately respond to that he brought me my hat and said "ready." At that I couldn't resist, I got up still nursing my son and walked out to the van. So there I was, nursing my son in my pj's wearing a baseball hat and high heeled shoes while my oldest son "drove" us somewhere! I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation! And Owen couldn't have been happier!

Tears Really Do Work

When Max was only 2 weeks old, Gavin took the camera to work to document a project that his students were working on. He came home and reported that somehting was wrong with the camera. The camera was a Cannon brand, the first Cannon we had died after 2 years of using it, we had just purchased this new one in January. We called the Cannon tech support number and they informed us that they could fix the problem, but that we would have to send it in and it could take 2 to 6 weeks to complete. Anyone who knows me, knows that I can not go 2 to 6 weeks without snapping a picture of my children. Especially, a newborn baby that will change significantly in 2 to 6 weeks.

Therefore, I informed Gavin that we would be taking the camera back to Best Buy and I would be taking Max in with us, and I would cry if I had to until they did something to help us out. Well, that is just what I had to do.

We went to Best Buy to ask what they could do for us. They first told us that according to the return policy, we could no longer return or exchange this camera, it was past 14 days old. But they could send it in for us to Cannon, so we wouldn't have to pay to send it in. Well, that really wasn't good enough for me, I was determined to leave there with a camera. I asked to speak to the Manager.

When the manager got there she restated what we had already heard. I put Max in his carseat on the counter and said, "I have a newborn baby, I bought his camera in preparation for his arrival, and I am not going to go 2 to 6 weeks without a camera." Of course, this was all said with tears in my eyes, and I'm not that good of an actress, they were real.

Finally, the manager said, "well, you could go back and get a new camera, you would have 14 days to return it." I thought, 'ok, now we are getting somewhere.' However, in her next breathe she said, "or I could return it under a no receipt return, and you could exchange it for a new camera." Even better!

So, that's what we did. They ended us getting more money out of us, because we opted to upgrade to a better camera of a better brand, so in my opinion it was a win-win situation. Bottom line, don't mess with a new mother whose hormones are raging!!

Brothers

On March 3, 2oo9, Owen became the proud big brother of Maxwell Turner. He is such a great big brother, although, he can be a little rough at times. He always wants to know where "baby" is. He will come into the house from outside and run over to Max and say, "hi baby." He will leave to go back outside and say, "bye, baby." I find this incredible adorable. He also wants to pick him up and place him in the swing, and will ask to hold him while he watches "Imagination Movers" and drinks his milk.

Owen also likes to help give Max a bath. When I ask, "should we give Max a bath?" he will run into the bathroom and pull out the baby bath tub for me. Although, now he takes the opportunity to bathe his cars while Grandma is trying to bathe Max!

All of my worries or how Owen would act or feel having a new baby in the house have gone away. He instantly embraced his new role of big brother and I couldn't be more proud of him. I look forward to watching the bond between them strengthen throughout the years!

This Kid is Going to Make My Hair Go Gray!!!

Last Saturday we went to a birthday party for the daughter of one of our friends. The kids were playing outside and Gavin was in charge of watching Owen very closely because of the pool outside, and because I still can't do any heavy lifting and that means no lifting Owen. For the first hour and a half or so, Gavin was ready to pack up and go home, because Owen was trying every trick in the book to get by Gavin and go in the pool. Our friend Steve suggested we just dip his feet in, he thought if Owen felt how cold it was he wouldn't like it and stay away from the pool. I responded to this suggested very quickly saying, "oh no, he'll like it, I wouldn't try that." So, he continued to try and sneak behind trees to "fool" Daddy, or throw balls real close to the pool, so he would have an excuse to go by it.

We had finally gotten Owen interested in playing a little baseball in the area of the yard not by the pool for quite some time, until he wandered back to the other side of the yard. Gavin followed of course, but then the little boy who was playing baseball hit a ball all the way into the pool. Gavin laid down at the side of the pool to reach in and get the ball, and Owen took that opportunity to get very close to the pool...

While Gavin was reaching for the baseball, Owen sat down at the edge of the pool and dangled his feet in, as soon as Gavin stood up and made eye contact with him, he jumped into the pool. All I heard from across the yard, was "oh shit," and Gavin reaching into the pool. I ran over to the pool as Gavin was pulling Owen out. He wasn't coughing, he wasn't crying, and I'm sure if we let him he would have jumped right back in.

This kid is way too daring and is definetly going to cause my hair to turn prematurely gray!