Don't Feed the Animals

A couple of weeks ago, Owen decided to get out of his room after we had tucked him in for the night. He would climb over his gate (he had known how to do this for quite some time, but didn't do it after he was tucked in at night). This became a little game for him as he would sneak downstairs, run to the couch and sit there and look at the TV like this was completely normal and maybe no one would notice him. Well, one night we locked the gate at the bottom of the stairs and I told Gavin to ignore him. We continued to watch the TV show we were watching. When Gavin laughed at the TV, Owen would laugh really loud trying to get noticed. We continued to ignore him. Gavin got up, got a snack from the kitchen and sat back down in his chair. Owen reached his arm through the bannister for a cracker....I said, "I should take a picture of this and title it 'don't feed the animals!'" Unfortunately, I was busy with Max and didn't get the camera so I don't have a picture to go along with this post!!

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!

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!