READY!!

Me: "Owen, tell daddy READY!" (to leave on an outing)

Owen: "Daddy READY" "READY" "READY Dad!" "READY" (yelling through the house)

Daddy: "What Owen?" (didn't hear him from the other room)

Me: "Tell daddy one more time".

Owen: "One more time".

Heeheehee! So sweet and so funny. And so literal! I love it!

Daddy Daddy Daddy!!!

That's all Owen wants these days...Daddy this...Daddy that...And it's little things too...can mommy change your diaper? "No-Daddy!". Want to get in your highchair to eat..."No! Daddy do it!". Ok, well, then, I guess I am not needed. Have at it Daddy!!

Until those middle of the night-way too early in the morning bad dreams. This morning (one of the 5:15am-ers) I hear Owen crying "mommy....mommy!!" I go in and scoop him up...you want mommy to rock you? "Yes" (still crying). You want Daddy? "No-Mommy do it". So I may not get a lot of the waking hours...but I get the ones that count.

I love that daddy-loving kid!

Owen Is Oh So Sheik...

Owen, EE, and I went shopping last weekend. He saw us hold up clothes to ourselves-you know, the way girls do-so he decided he needed to get in on the action. Here's what he came up with:


He found a dress and wrapped it around his neck like a scarf. Very handsome way for a boy to wear a dress, I suppose.

Next was his Arabic headdress. Apparently he could see through it cause he walked around like this for quite a while!


And finally...the outfit de jour. Yes people, he did this to himself...right down to taking off his own shoes to put on the blue fake crocs.

We laughed so hard...he was so proud of himself...and I was proud of him for doing it all himself!

I love that cross-dressing kid!!

Busted!!

My Saturday morning went like this...

Mommy: Owen, this (new china cabinet) is a no-touch. Please leave the doors alone while mommy puts the glasses away.

Owen: Dammit (as he walks away).

Mommy: Owen, what did you say? (Calm and questioning)

Owen: Dammit.

Mommy: That's not a nice word, so let's not say that word, ok?

Owen: OK.

Minute or so later...

Mommy: Owen, where did you hear that word? Who said that word?

Owen: (smiling) Nana.

BUSTED!!!! I had to laugh. That was the perfect answer.

However...in all fairness...and in Nana's defense...she did not teach him that word...overheard maybe, but not taught. And really, at any given time, he could have just as easily said anyone's name...mommy, daddy, Elmo...who knows. But it's makes for a great story that his answer was, in fact, NANA!

I love that kid...and his cussin' Nana! (Kisses Mom!!) ;-)

I Think It's Funny That...

Kids are so funny...mine keeps us laughing daily. I thought I'd share a few tidbits of hilarity with you for your enjoyment.

I think it's really funny that:

~When he's mad, Owen refers to us as "Mom" and "Dad". I thought we'd be "mommy" and "daddy" at least until he goes to school, but nope, we are reduced to "mom" and "dad" when we're in trouble.

~His favorite color is orange. He pronounces it "Ohtch".

~He is now 2 years and 2 months old. Today he is wearing size 6-12 month shorts from Old Navy. He wore them last year, though they were long like capri pants. They still fit, but now look like shorts.

~He is fascinated with buses. I mean he really, really loves them. School buses (he calls them "cool buses") are his favorite, but he appreciates all buses. Our living room looks like a depot.




~He makes the best car noises. It must be in boy DNA (like getting dirty), because I in-turn, make the worst car noises. The driving, the screeching, and engine revving, the motorcycles…he's got them all down. Hubby says my noises sound like a wounded animal.

~Hubby taught him to say "Kim", and he can actually say it! Most kids call me "Tim".

~When he's mad, or being told to stop, he can cut his eyes and give you a foul face like you've never seen. It's hilarious, but we try to not laugh.

~When he wants to know what something is he says "Mom! But dis?" I respond with "a star" (or whatever), and he says "yep!" as if he was testing me. Wanted to be sure you know what you're talking about mom…keep up the good work!

~When he's fake crying, or crying cause his feelings are hurt, he'll cry and cry…but when he's done he announces "Owie all done cy-ing". And that's that; he's all better!

~He loves to put on my lip gloss. And hubby HATES it!

~I love how his words are changing…"open" WAS "O-Pon". Now it's "O-Peen". It's fun to figure out what he's saying…and trust me, he's saying A LOT! (OK, so this one isn't really funny…but O-Peen is!)

I love that funny kid.

Dirty Old Cookie Monster...

As part of his new-found independence, Owen now strongly declares "No Bahsur!" when it's time to change his diaper. Usually we can get him to cooperate when we give him the choice to pick between the Cookie (Monster), Ernie, Duck (Big Bird), and Elmo diapers. Still, he doesn't always buy into it, so we have to get creative... getting him to cooperate is much easier than holding down a 25 LB. 2yo.

One day, while trying to persuade Owen to lie down so I could change him, my sweet hubby said he had come up with something that seemed to work. He said he held the diaper up to his face and spoke in a silly voice saying something like "Hi Owen, its Elmo…can I be your new diaper?" He said it worked...so I gave it a try.

On this particular day I had a Cookie Monster diaper in hand, so I sat on the floor and said (in my best Cookie Monster voice) "Hi Owen! It's Cookie…can I get on you?"

WTH??? Can I "get on you"? In that moment my best "Cookie Monster" voice morphed into my best "dirty old man" voice.

Hubby looked at me with crazy eyes and said "no, not like that you sicko!"

Gross. Clearly I need a new profession since "can I get on you" seemed like something one might say to a 2yo.

Now I just stick with "Comm'on Owen…lay down…it's time to change your diaper".

Ok, So Now What???

Having just turned 2, Owen is becoming more and more opinionated, testing limits, exerting his free will, and developing a temper. All of this is part of being 2, and all part of the fun of having a 2-year-old. Actually, I really do enjoy seeing him grow and change and become his own little person. The "Being 2" doesn't really bother me like I had anticipated.

So what do you do when your child is in full-on-two-ness mode? Well for us, time out~or shall I say the threat of time-out~works fabulously! Has has only gone to time-out a few times and it breaks his heart so much, that the threat is usually all it takes. We ask him to do whatever...he screams "NO!!"...and we then start the count down. Now the boy waits until we say "three", but then he says "yep!" and happily goes off to do whatever was asked of him. It's a great little system, that until this morning, has worked everytime.

But now let me give you a little example of how it went this morning (all before 7am, of course!)

Mommy: "Owen, it's time to get dressed for school."

Owen: "No Mommy hessed...no cool...bye bye soon." (That would be "no dressed, and no school" for all you readers) ;-)

Mommy: "Owen, let's get dressed or we'll go to time out. One, get dressed or time out...two, get dressed or time out...three, dressed or time out?"

Owen: (No response...pause...) "Owie go out!" (He then walks over to the time out mat and sits down.) "Owie in out!"

Mommy (to Daddy): "Oh great. Well that worked well. Now what?"

I told Owen that he could sit in time out, but then he had to get dressed. He said no and yelled for "Owie in out"...that went back and forth for a minute but then we decided for him...it's time to get dressed. In the end, we picked him up and got him dressed tag-team wrestling style. And then he was fine. Off to "cool" he went.

I love my 2-year-old kid!