Race Car Obsession!

Yesterday, I took Owen to Toys R Us to get some ideas for Christmas. This backfired a little as he really wanted to take home some race cars. In the process of him running away from me in the store in his attempt to have his way about taking the race cars home (which isn't very good reasoning, what mother in their right mind gives in to buying something if the child runs away in the store), ANYWAY, he happened upon an aisle dedicated to the movie, Cars. He spotted a McQueen toddler lounge chair and immediately asked to sit in it. I took it off the shelf and he sat down. First, he sat back like he was settling in to watch a days worth of Word World, but then he put his hands at the end of the arm rest, sat up in the seat, and made a race car noise. A saleslady walked by and said, "I think he likes it."

Thankful

This morning Owen mentioned the name of a family friend. I told him that we were going to see her for Thanksgiving. He repeated excitedly, "Halloween!"

I replied back, "no, for Thanksgiving, when we eat turkey,"

"Turrrrkeee," he repeated.

"Yeah," I responded, "and we say that we are thankful for our family, and our friends, and wearing underwear (tying in the recent potty training)."

"And ice cream," Owen added with a grin!

Music to My Ears

I have never been more happy to hear the sound of pee hitting the water in the toliet, than I was on Tuesday morning, when Owen did it for the very first time!!:) The "potty" dance that people talk about, does not have to be faked, it is completely natural. At the moment that I heard that noise I just couldn't contain my excitement and I danced around clapping.

Tonight, he even pooped in the potty!!!

Trick or Treating!

Owen had so much fun Trick or Treating last night. This picture was taken while he was waiting for the door to open, he was just beside himself with excitement. He said, "trick or treating," to every person who opened the door and I am proud to say after a few houses, he remembered to say "thank you," without being reminded.

Much to our surprise, he did get tired toward the end, he needed to ride on Daddy's shoulders, and admitted that he wanted to go back tot he party. He woke up this morning ready for treats!

Big Bear Lake

While we were on vacation at Big Bear Lake, we took a walk on the boardwalk. It was a great little walk because there was no way Owen could wander off the boardwalk and into the water....he was completely contained. We were enjoying our walk and stopping to look at fish jumping in the lake. About half way into our walk Owen wanted to push Max.
While he was pushing him, he frequently stopped, manuevered the stroller so it was facing the water, and parked it so Max could see the jumping fish, too.


How precious it was to watch him try to share the moment with his baby brother!

Is Mommy a Crazy Driver?

The other day I was driving Owen and Max to Lety's. The first intersection that we come to outside of our little subdivision is hard to see. So, I have to stop and then creep out into the intersection to look for oncoming traffic. This particular day when I creeped out into the intersection, there was a car coming and so I had to hit the brakes. Owen, reports from the back seat, "hit car."

I chuckled and said, "no we did not hit the car."

The next day we got to the same intersection and Owen immediately announces, "hit car." I explain once again that we did not hit a car.

The third day we are driving along the road, already past the blind intersection, and I hear Owen's voice from the back seat say "here comes our car!"

I reply, "What do you mean here comes our car? Do you mean, watch out here we come."

Owen says, "yeah, watch out here we come!"

Then today, again sitting in the back seat on the way to Lety's he announces "here we come."

Not sure if he thinks I'm a crazy driver or what, but he is warning everyone on the road that we are headed their way!

Crazy Hair

On the first day of school, we decided to go to Chilli's for dinner to celebrate a good start to a new school year. On the way Gavin and I were talking about how some of Gavin's male students need to get hair cuts.

Owen was listening to our converstation, as he was sitting in the back seat, and he said, "yeah, haircut," and he touched his head.

I replied, "do you need a hair cut."

To that he said (while tapping the top of his head) "yeah, crazy hair!"