Owen

A while back I took Owen too see my friend in Alabama. While there he and I were having a blast sliding down this roller slide. Well he got quite comfortable with the process and decided to throw himself forward and in the process of trying to save him with a big bulk of a child moving all his bulk the opposite direction I intended to go- I saved him quite well but cut my knee up something fiece.

Owen was just facinated with this. He continually talked about my boo boo on my knee as did every other kid in playgroup. So he has taken too still to this day- bending down on one knee and kissing the boo boo on my leg.

The boy is beyond in love with me and still belives that even well above 30 lbs he should mostly be a Koala in my arms. On said trip he slept so much my friend actually nicknamed him Rip Van Winkle.

He also has always believed in the vital need to ennunciate each and every syllable. So it isn't ba for book- never was but always BOOK!!!! Not yah or yeah for Yes but YES! TRUCK- Etc. seriously I beleive he must have some german or other hard non romance language in him.

He has been quite terrified of the doctor due to recurent and nasty ear infections and waxy ears. Seriously for such a sweet boy his temper tantrums are quite legendary in our house. But today he went to the doctor and was an angel.

The doctor "So will we find Diego in you ear?"
Owen very seriously "Yes"
How about this ear is Boots in there
Owen thinks "No!"

This conversation can occur about anything
My friend took advantage of Owen's rather thoughtful and varied NO's and Yes's
"So Owen do youi think there will ever be World Peace"
"No"
Do you think that George Bush is a bad president
"Yes"
DO you think there is a conspiracy among gas companies to raise gas prices
No
"well that is where you and I part ways Owen"
Yes

He has a dog that is lovie item that i called rusty- he has become Ra Ra for everyone and like his sister all blankets are Mimi's - don't know why never will.
I was just told by his teacher that whenever he sees his sister across the playground at school they say is that your sister and he goes "No Mama: Mamam Mamam Mama- as if to say just wanted to let you know I want my mamam here.

He makes me laugh on a regular basis he is good with his hands and putting things togeher and may be one of the sweeter boys I have every met. But he is all boy and is tough as nails. he is getting bit regulalry at school which is a pain for all of us. But his reaction is to tackle the kid and often tackles kids at school- I shouldn't be proud of that but I am. What's more he is like the enforcer of his class- kids rarely touch Ra Ra and when they do he demands it back. If Ra Ra is lost he will call out and all the kids start looking for him. He can give as good if not better than he gets from his sister- because frankly she is a gentler soul than Owen.

So those are some of my fleeting memories of Owen and now I don't have enough time for Kaitlyn's but hopefully that will be coming soon- but if not well it is probably because like always she demanded I do something with her now rather then letting me capture memories. Though it makes me sad that a lot of this magic is lost forever - it is better to be with them and making memories than losing chances writting them down.

Don't know if this is where I will do this

I keep getting surprised with how quickly both kids are growing up and how much I forget regularly about what they are doing. Someone who doesn't know me very well gave me a "mommy journal" when Kaitlyn was born. Though it is nice- it really isn't quite me and even if it were my handwriting is so bad that even after I wrote in it- I can't read it so how will my children if they care when they get older. I was telling a story to some friends about a cute thing Owen did and they said you should write that down. They are right I should. This blog has always been mostly about these kids but it has been about other things. Then I think no one really cares about the little things they are doing- but really does anyone really care about most of what I write about. Which leads me to this should probably just be a private journal on my own computer that I can look back and the kids can if they care. Oh well but this is here and set up. I am not sure I'd want them to read every post here but I can't really remember if there is a reason why not. So now I have talked a long time about nothing. Which surely no one cares about. Oh well.