... and I'm scared.
First of all, Owen is definitely rubbing off on Vance (not in a good way). Not only has Owen taught Vance to use the backyard as his own personal potty. But, Vance opened his bedroom window the other day and shouted to our neighbors, who were swimming in their pool, "We have a gun in our house." WHAT?????????? I almost died when I heard him yell this. We do NOT have a gun in our house. We do not TALK about guns in our house. There are no shooting video games. We do not even have toy guns that the kids play with (usually). The only thing I can think of is that they were playing with water guns earlier in the day that Grandma brought over. But, why the need to share with our neighbors? I have no clue. I am mortified. That comment would definitely be grounds for CPS to be called in if it was true. I pray the neighbors did not hear him.
So, on my drive in to work today, I heard a story on the radio about a five year old boy from Texas who stole the family minivan to drive to the store to buy a candy bar. The first thing that scared me about this story was the determination in the child to get the candy bar. This is the same determination I have witnessed over and over in Owen. When he wants something, he will not stop until he gets it. And, Owen LOVES candy (like his mom, I blame myself). The second part of the story that made me go white was when the mom described her son as a "little daredevil". Awww hell, I'm in trouble. This will be Owen in two years. I just know it. We need to hide our car keys, I think.
Over the last week, Owen has:
1) Decided to use the air vent as his personal potty.
2) Decided to use Elsa's foot stool as his personal potty.
3) Decided to use his dump truck as his personal potty (notice a theme here?).
4) Pulled the rear view mirror off the Explorer. I have no idea how he did this because they glue those things on TIGHT.
5) Spent just as much time cuddling and loving us.
It's extremely hard to stay upset with a child as lovable as Owen. But, I would appreciate if he kept his bathroom habits limited to the bathroom.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Lock Picker
The wheels that turn in Owen's head never cease to amaze me. Peter painted the kids room last week because they were badly in need. Vance and Owen's room had marker and pencil drawings all over the walls. No, they are not allowed to write on their walls. And, no, we do not let them go to sleep with markers or pencils. These drawings happened because "someone" hid writing utensils in their room somewhere and then drew when we weren't aware. I'll give you one guess who "someone" is ...
Anyway, Peter painted their room. To do this, he took the trim off. This is much easier and cleaner than taping. We put their rooms back together on Saturday, e.g. hung up pictures, vacuumed the floors, etc. Apparently, we did not do a great job.
Owen has not been staying in his room at bed time. He will go to our room and turn on the tv, go into Elsa's room and play with her doll house, or get into the fridge if Peter and I are sitting on the deck when they are in bed. So, last night, we locked the door to Owen and Vance's room. A few minutes later, I hear Vance yell that Owen is doing something that he isn't supposed to be doing. Great!
I go in there and Owen immediatly runs to his bed and lays face down with his arms under him. Vance told me Owen was trying to pick the lock. He's done this before so it didn't surprise me. I tried to see what was in Owen's hands and he wouldn't let me. When I asked him what was in his hand, he told me it was gum. Okay, first of all, that was a lie. He is three years old and is already lying like a champ. Second, I think he knew enough to say gum because I usually don't fight him when he takes gum when he's not supposed to have it. So, he probably figured if he told me gum, I'd leave him alone. Wrong. I finagled his hand open and there was a small metal nail used to put the trim back up on the walls. Luckily, he did not hurt himself.
Where does he come up with these things? Should I be proud of how smart he is and how he will do whatever he sets his mind to? Or, should I be worried that he will use these skills for evil when he hits his teenage years? Probably both.
Anyway, Peter painted their room. To do this, he took the trim off. This is much easier and cleaner than taping. We put their rooms back together on Saturday, e.g. hung up pictures, vacuumed the floors, etc. Apparently, we did not do a great job.
Owen has not been staying in his room at bed time. He will go to our room and turn on the tv, go into Elsa's room and play with her doll house, or get into the fridge if Peter and I are sitting on the deck when they are in bed. So, last night, we locked the door to Owen and Vance's room. A few minutes later, I hear Vance yell that Owen is doing something that he isn't supposed to be doing. Great!
I go in there and Owen immediatly runs to his bed and lays face down with his arms under him. Vance told me Owen was trying to pick the lock. He's done this before so it didn't surprise me. I tried to see what was in Owen's hands and he wouldn't let me. When I asked him what was in his hand, he told me it was gum. Okay, first of all, that was a lie. He is three years old and is already lying like a champ. Second, I think he knew enough to say gum because I usually don't fight him when he takes gum when he's not supposed to have it. So, he probably figured if he told me gum, I'd leave him alone. Wrong. I finagled his hand open and there was a small metal nail used to put the trim back up on the walls. Luckily, he did not hurt himself.
Where does he come up with these things? Should I be proud of how smart he is and how he will do whatever he sets his mind to? Or, should I be worried that he will use these skills for evil when he hits his teenage years? Probably both.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Bubba Licious
It's been a while because Owen has been mostly good. Not as much mischief as usual. At least, not enough to write a blog post about it.
Last night, Peter went golfing with Mike. The kids and I played baseball, had some dinner, took baths (them, not me, I don't take baths with them), and watched a little Nick Jr. before bed. I told Peter when he got home that they were really, really good. I couldn't complain about their behavior, surprisingly enough.
So, Peter gets home and I am busy looking up Mob stuff on Wikipedia because, of course, I DVR'ed Mob Wives and wanted to know the background. Yes, I know it's trash and, actually, morally wrong to support such a show. Hence, my FB about people being embarrassed by my DVR recordings. Anyway, Peter walks down the hall to go to our room and encounters Owen in the bathroom. I didn't even realize he was in there. All I hear from Peter is, "Owen, what are you doing? What's in your hair? Is that GUM??"
Yep, sure enough, it is. Somehow, Mr. Owen Michael Paul found gum (Vance said he got it out of the trash, which makes this story that much worse). So, Owen found gum. Owen chewed the gum. And then, Owen decided to wear the gum as a bandana around his head like Chuck Norris. Does Chuck Norris wear bandanas? I'm almost positive he does. So, he had gum stuck all around his head like Chuck Norris' bandana.
Of course, I do what every mother would in a situation like this ... I grab the camera. After taking a few pictures for the blog and his high school graduation party poster boards, I attempted to get the gum out. Unfortunately, he did a really good job "tightening" his bandana and the gum would NOT come out. So, I grabbed some scissors and cut it out (Peter tried to convince me we should use peanut butter, but that seemed really messy for 10:00 at night).
Today, Peter buzzed his head (Owen's, not Peter's. Peter is smarter than to put gum in his hair ... I think) and now the patches of missing gum hair aren't too prominent. Is it ironic that Owen cut Elsa's hair only two weeks ago and now Owen had to have his haircut today? It would have been sweet justice if we had handed those scissors over to Elsa, wouldn't it?
Last night, Peter went golfing with Mike. The kids and I played baseball, had some dinner, took baths (them, not me, I don't take baths with them), and watched a little Nick Jr. before bed. I told Peter when he got home that they were really, really good. I couldn't complain about their behavior, surprisingly enough.
So, Peter gets home and I am busy looking up Mob stuff on Wikipedia because, of course, I DVR'ed Mob Wives and wanted to know the background. Yes, I know it's trash and, actually, morally wrong to support such a show. Hence, my FB about people being embarrassed by my DVR recordings. Anyway, Peter walks down the hall to go to our room and encounters Owen in the bathroom. I didn't even realize he was in there. All I hear from Peter is, "Owen, what are you doing? What's in your hair? Is that GUM??"
Yep, sure enough, it is. Somehow, Mr. Owen Michael Paul found gum (Vance said he got it out of the trash, which makes this story that much worse). So, Owen found gum. Owen chewed the gum. And then, Owen decided to wear the gum as a bandana around his head like Chuck Norris. Does Chuck Norris wear bandanas? I'm almost positive he does. So, he had gum stuck all around his head like Chuck Norris' bandana.
Of course, I do what every mother would in a situation like this ... I grab the camera. After taking a few pictures for the blog and his high school graduation party poster boards, I attempted to get the gum out. Unfortunately, he did a really good job "tightening" his bandana and the gum would NOT come out. So, I grabbed some scissors and cut it out (Peter tried to convince me we should use peanut butter, but that seemed really messy for 10:00 at night).
Today, Peter buzzed his head (Owen's, not Peter's. Peter is smarter than to put gum in his hair ... I think) and now the patches of missing gum hair aren't too prominent. Is it ironic that Owen cut Elsa's hair only two weeks ago and now Owen had to have his haircut today? It would have been sweet justice if we had handed those scissors over to Elsa, wouldn't it?
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