We spent a lovely day with the Havens, with a quick break between lunch and dinner to head to the zoo while the Havens went to a funeral. After Sharon's ridiculously awesome dinner, she did what only goddesses and smart husbands do: she busted out the Cherry Garcia.
Cherry Garcia is, quite easily, my favorite ice cream, ever. I didn't used to like ice cream much, but something about growing a human being inside my belly turned me onto the stuff and now my love for ice cream and wine are the only things keeping me from my sexy jeans.
Tonight, Owen was mooching ice cream from Unc, and as I was harvesting a delicious dark chocolate morsel from my own bowl, I realized that Sharon, Unc, and Amy would be tickled to hear how Owen calls chocolate "chock chock". I asked him, "Owies, can you say 'chocolate'?" He looked at me with a look of such pure hope and said, "Please??"
Yep - that's what I call chocolate too.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Cup
Owen is largely using a cup at this point. It can be messy when he overestimates how much to tilt the cup to his mouth, or when he gets distracted a pours milk on the floor. But the best part, the cutest perk of it all can be summed up in three words: Awesome. Milk. Mustaches.
Naked
Jenn brought the kiddos over on Thursday night for some pizza and canned green beans (we do it fancy here). I love hearing about the kids when she and I get together for Thursday Girls Nights, and seeing them regularly just thrills me. They are such GOOD kids, each full of such personality.
Jack is all boy. Trains, puzzles, Mom. Ava is the princess sweetie, quiet smiles, gentle, thrilled by praise. (Owen is already hopelessly in love with Ava). Cate is Miss Sassypants. She is boisterous, hilarious, and totally sassy. I told Jenn she should have named Cate "Karma".
The kids took tubbies over here, Owen smiling as he's sandwiched between the girls (Jack preferred a short rinse). After the bath, as is our household custom, we let Owen run around naked for a bit. He grabbed his dinosaur jammies and ran around roaring. Auntie Jenn asked, "Are you a naked dinosaur?". Then from the other room Cate said, "Mom," (and I could almost hear her head cock to the side and her hands land on her hips in exasperation), "Dinosaurs are ALWAYS naked!"
So true.
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The next morning, as we drove Owen to school, we asked who came over to play the night before.
"Jack!" he exclaimed.
"Who else?" we asked.
"Cate." he said. Then, "Jenn!"
"And? Who else?"
He looked pensive, trying to remember who else was there. I asked, "Was Ava there too?"
And he smiled a big lovestruck smile and breathed, "Aaaava!"
Jack is all boy. Trains, puzzles, Mom. Ava is the princess sweetie, quiet smiles, gentle, thrilled by praise. (Owen is already hopelessly in love with Ava). Cate is Miss Sassypants. She is boisterous, hilarious, and totally sassy. I told Jenn she should have named Cate "Karma".
The kids took tubbies over here, Owen smiling as he's sandwiched between the girls (Jack preferred a short rinse). After the bath, as is our household custom, we let Owen run around naked for a bit. He grabbed his dinosaur jammies and ran around roaring. Auntie Jenn asked, "Are you a naked dinosaur?". Then from the other room Cate said, "Mom," (and I could almost hear her head cock to the side and her hands land on her hips in exasperation), "Dinosaurs are ALWAYS naked!"
So true.
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The next morning, as we drove Owen to school, we asked who came over to play the night before.
"Jack!" he exclaimed.
"Who else?" we asked.
"Cate." he said. Then, "Jenn!"
"And? Who else?"
He looked pensive, trying to remember who else was there. I asked, "Was Ava there too?"
And he smiled a big lovestruck smile and breathed, "Aaaava!"
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Dusty Blog
[blows dust off blog] Oh damn, I'm sorry - did I just blow dust in anyone's face? How rude!
I'm not going to try to pretend that I'll be much better at this, but I do miss blogging so I hope I can somehow get back into at least once-a-week, if not more. I guess lately I've been too busy teaching my kid to say damnit and losing track of what my employees are up to to have much to write about on here.
One thing that has been bouncing around in my head lately is all the things that Owen does that I never, ever want to forget. So here's a small list:
1. He says "yesh" instead of "yes"
2. If he really wants something, and you ask him if he wants it, he goes, "YEAH!" and throws his hands in the air like his team just scored a goal. (See? A soccer reference, not a football reference. I've already gotten the lecture from Nonni about how disappointed she'd be if Owen played football).
3. He taps his finger on his chin and says "Hmmmm" when he's thinking something over.
4. He hums the first two notes of the Thomas the Tank Engine theme and then looks at us expectantly to finish it.
5. He is obsessed with our personalized version of "The Wheels on the Bus" - where Mamy (Amy) says "Where's my book", Taco says "I love clams", Charlie says "Let's play trucks", Reilly says "I love food", Mimi (Erin) says "Give me hugs", Nonni says "I love you", Unc says "Where's my Owen?", Titi (Sharon) says "You're so cute". I sing this, with all the versions, about 5,000,000,000 times a day (last night I counted).
6. He calls the Wiggles "Wee wee"
7. He calls Elmo "elmo" now, but it used to be "momo". Ernie is "Nee nee"
8. He learned the word "mess" when he was home alone with Keith, and "chest" when he was home alone with me. Coincidence? I think not.
9. He loves playing the game where he grabs my purse and pretends to leave. We say "Are you going on an adventure?" and he says "Byeeee" and we say "We will miss you! We love you!" and he goes into another room. Keith and I then say "Oh, we miss Owen so much!" and then he comes running out, smiling hugely, and gives us giant hugs and kisses. I think all three of us could play that game for hours.
I know there's lots more but that's it for now...
I'm not going to try to pretend that I'll be much better at this, but I do miss blogging so I hope I can somehow get back into at least once-a-week, if not more. I guess lately I've been too busy teaching my kid to say damnit and losing track of what my employees are up to to have much to write about on here.
One thing that has been bouncing around in my head lately is all the things that Owen does that I never, ever want to forget. So here's a small list:
1. He says "yesh" instead of "yes"
2. If he really wants something, and you ask him if he wants it, he goes, "YEAH!" and throws his hands in the air like his team just scored a goal. (See? A soccer reference, not a football reference. I've already gotten the lecture from Nonni about how disappointed she'd be if Owen played football).
3. He taps his finger on his chin and says "Hmmmm" when he's thinking something over.
4. He hums the first two notes of the Thomas the Tank Engine theme and then looks at us expectantly to finish it.
5. He is obsessed with our personalized version of "The Wheels on the Bus" - where Mamy (Amy) says "Where's my book", Taco says "I love clams", Charlie says "Let's play trucks", Reilly says "I love food", Mimi (Erin) says "Give me hugs", Nonni says "I love you", Unc says "Where's my Owen?", Titi (Sharon) says "You're so cute". I sing this, with all the versions, about 5,000,000,000 times a day (last night I counted).
6. He calls the Wiggles "Wee wee"
7. He calls Elmo "elmo" now, but it used to be "momo". Ernie is "Nee nee"
8. He learned the word "mess" when he was home alone with Keith, and "chest" when he was home alone with me. Coincidence? I think not.
9. He loves playing the game where he grabs my purse and pretends to leave. We say "Are you going on an adventure?" and he says "Byeeee" and we say "We will miss you! We love you!" and he goes into another room. Keith and I then say "Oh, we miss Owen so much!" and then he comes running out, smiling hugely, and gives us giant hugs and kisses. I think all three of us could play that game for hours.
I know there's lots more but that's it for now...
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Big kids
Like most toddlers, Owen is fascinated with big kids. Kids any age older than him - even Carlo who is about 3 months older than Owen - are fascinating. The thing about most kids, though, is that they don't stop to let Owen check them out, play with them how he wants. They run around and play on their own terms, as kids do. The triplets came over with Jenn on Thursday and Owen was in heaven. After about two hours of running around after them, he was so exhausted he actually grabbed Keith's hand and walked into the bedroom. He slept like a log.
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Owen and I have a Saturday-morning routine while Keith bikes: we get up, walk to Cinnamon Productions and have breakfast, then walk around the neighborhood for about 2 hours and enjoy being outside. Owen's favorite thing to do is to play with these copper statues of kids right around the restaurant. There are four different statues: one is of a father reading to two kids while sitting on a bench. The other is of two girls, one sitting on a fence holding a bouquet, the other sitting on the ground handing the other girl a flower. The third is of three boys chasing a wheel, and the fourth is of three copper statues playing hide-and-seek around some planters near another restaurant. In all cases, the kids in the statues are between 6-10 years old.
The great part is that the are life-sized, so Owen can pretend to play with them. He loves hugging them, touching their faces, high-fiving them, and sitting on the laps of the ones that are seated. Invariably he spends about 30-45 minutes every Saturday playing with the sculptures. It's adorable to watch because I know that he loves having that time with the big kids where they are suspended in motion, playing and having fun, but where Owen sees them stopped in time and can check out their faces, their hands, pretend to join in. I'm curious to know when he starts ignoring these statues and starts watching girls instead.
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Owen and I have a Saturday-morning routine while Keith bikes: we get up, walk to Cinnamon Productions and have breakfast, then walk around the neighborhood for about 2 hours and enjoy being outside. Owen's favorite thing to do is to play with these copper statues of kids right around the restaurant. There are four different statues: one is of a father reading to two kids while sitting on a bench. The other is of two girls, one sitting on a fence holding a bouquet, the other sitting on the ground handing the other girl a flower. The third is of three boys chasing a wheel, and the fourth is of three copper statues playing hide-and-seek around some planters near another restaurant. In all cases, the kids in the statues are between 6-10 years old.
The great part is that the are life-sized, so Owen can pretend to play with them. He loves hugging them, touching their faces, high-fiving them, and sitting on the laps of the ones that are seated. Invariably he spends about 30-45 minutes every Saturday playing with the sculptures. It's adorable to watch because I know that he loves having that time with the big kids where they are suspended in motion, playing and having fun, but where Owen sees them stopped in time and can check out their faces, their hands, pretend to join in. I'm curious to know when he starts ignoring these statues and starts watching girls instead.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Boo!
I realize I'm a crappy blogger. I can blame Facebook somewhat, and also working full-time, and having a toddler, and the holidays, and trying to cook more, and getting into baking. And being obsessed with Season 1 Heroes after Owen is in bed. But I do have a few stories to share lately, so that should make for a few blog entries. I always say I'll try to be better - mostly for my sister because I think she and Jenn and Steph are the only people who read this blog (certainly Keith hasn't read it in months).
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Owen has this adorable habit lately of being unable to resist saying "boo!" when you pull his shirt over his head. When he's happy and willing to get dressed, he says "boo!" when his head pops out of the shirt.
The funniest part about it, though, is that he really can't help himself. I think it's a way he can make getting dressed fun, and I admire his if-you-can't-beat-'em-join-'em attitude because about 80% of the time he isn't happy to get dressed. The other morning he was really mad at me for interrupting his playing to get him dressed for school. He was screaming at me, swinging at me, just really pissed off. I pulled his shirt over his head and while he was hidden he was screaming at me, but when his head pulled through he said "boo!" as though it's hard-wired. Then he went back to screaming at me.
Yesterday morning while I was dressing him he bonked his hand on the dresser when he was playing with a toy and said "Oww!" and cried a bit because his hand hurt, but as soon as his head popped out of the shirt he said "Boo!". I love it.
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This morning, as usual, Owen was waking up before Keith or I were and when I opened my eyes he was looking at me and said softly, "Boo."
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I seriously wish I had a video camera going full-time, these moments are just the best.
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Owen has this adorable habit lately of being unable to resist saying "boo!" when you pull his shirt over his head. When he's happy and willing to get dressed, he says "boo!" when his head pops out of the shirt.
The funniest part about it, though, is that he really can't help himself. I think it's a way he can make getting dressed fun, and I admire his if-you-can't-beat-'em-join-'em attitude because about 80% of the time he isn't happy to get dressed. The other morning he was really mad at me for interrupting his playing to get him dressed for school. He was screaming at me, swinging at me, just really pissed off. I pulled his shirt over his head and while he was hidden he was screaming at me, but when his head pulled through he said "boo!" as though it's hard-wired. Then he went back to screaming at me.
Yesterday morning while I was dressing him he bonked his hand on the dresser when he was playing with a toy and said "Oww!" and cried a bit because his hand hurt, but as soon as his head popped out of the shirt he said "Boo!". I love it.
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This morning, as usual, Owen was waking up before Keith or I were and when I opened my eyes he was looking at me and said softly, "Boo."
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I seriously wish I had a video camera going full-time, these moments are just the best.
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