He likes to spell things. D..A..D...dadda! M..O..M..mamma!
One day I reprimanded him and he said, "How can you talk so mean to a boy with a whole bunch of owies?" After a little sulk, he let me kiss all his owies and we made up. He gave me a really long and juicy smooch on the cheek after.
He says "Even" a lot. Like, "even I can do a flip on the trampoline now!"
When he doesn't like the lunch I made (which is often) he says, "I'm fasting today."
He has a really great belly laugh. One day I was holding Georges hands and making him do "A ramsam sam" and singing in a silly voice and Owen couldn't stop laughing. He loves it when George makes any sound and laughs like crazy at him. Two nights ago I was smiling to myself as I did the dishes because I could hear James reading Shel Silverstein poems to the boys and Owen was bursting with laughs every few words. Kind of guffawing, really. It is very contagious.
Owen was in our front yard the other day and our neighbor walked by. Owen said, "You are Mia's grampa, right?" He said "yes, and you are Owen, right?" Owen didn't bat an eye, just said, "No, I'm Bob." The neighbor took of his glasses and looked at him again. "Really?" "WEll, I guess Bob's not my FIRST name." :-) He likes to say silly things.
When we had a big snowfall, we were outside playing and Owen picked up a little shovel and told me to pitch him a snowball. We played snowball baseball for quite a while, and of course every one of his hits was a home run. He had fun hitting me with some snowballs too.
He loves to have James lay on his bed at night and says, "Dadda, I'll rub your neck if you lay by me, dadda!" He is a good neck rubber.
He is a serious packrat. WE took the boys to a wedding reception and as we were standing in line I noticed something bulging in his sock. It was a hockey ball that he had stuffed in there. That night I had to remove the following items from his bed before there was room in it for him to sleep: a key chain he made from an old glo-stick which has many treasures attached to it, a mini tape measure he was playing with, piles of books, cars made out of lego and other hotwheel type cars, and his treasure box with other "treasures" in it. I wonder if he's such a packrat because he has inherited two of everything his whole life from his brothers. I think he just likes to have "stuff" around him!
He loves to learn a new skill. He buckles down and practices things until he gets them. A while ago he mastered winking with both eyes, snapping his fingers and whistling. He likes to show off by doing all three at once. Currently he's working on improving his trampoline flips to land on his feet (not there yet) and doing cartwheels.
He really responds to praise. He also responds to anything specific. I love it when he says he missed me and he loves me. That's the sweetest of all. I love his freckles and his missing front tooth. He is a joy to me.
(He hates having his picture taken, as you can see):
Oh, so fun to read those cute things! I love the bit about "I'm fasting." Today, Peter told me he is allergic to spam because every time he eats it he gets sick.
ReplyDeleteDid I already miss your trip to UT? Nikki told me you were coming and I had been meaning to email you to find out when. Then we had to move and things got crazy. If we did, then that stinks. If not, I really would love to see you.
Rach,
ReplyDeleteHow very delightful to read about Owen. I didn't realize he was a packrat until you were last here. I can imagine him saying "Bob" with a straight face. He is certainly becoming more of who he is, isn't he?
I love you.
Mom