I guess when Owen decides to take a short hiatus from trouble, it's because he's been storing up for something really good. I am still in shock from the story Peter just told me. Luckily, Owen didn't think everything through.
Peter was downstairs balancing our checkbook when Vance came to him and said Owen and Elsa were in the car. Peter said that was impossible because the car doors were locked. Vance assured Peter that he wasn't make it up. Peter goes upstairs and one of the bar stools is pushed to the wall that holds all of our keys.
In the garage, there are Owen and Elsa sitting in the car. This means two things for Owen. One, he knew which keys to grab (Explorer not Focus). Maybe it was just luck. And, two, he knew which button to unlock the doors. I imagine Peter would have heard the horn blaring if Owen used the wrong button.
So, Peter tells them to get out. What does Owen do? He starts the car. Are you fricking kidding me???? I almost had a heart attack at this point in the story because, even though I was talking to Peter and knew he got them out without any kind of incident, I imagined maybe Owen slipped it into reverse and backed out of the garage a bit. Or worse, put it in drive and went through the garage wall.
No, luckily, Owen didn't think everything through and forgot to shut the door. I know, right? Rookie mistake. Peter turned off the car, grabbed the kids, locked the doors, and, I imagine, hid the keys.
Owen is three years old. He knows how to start a car. This isn't funny anymore, is it? I should be worried :(
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
The Hose ... Again
Owen has been mostly quiet as of late. Sure, he has randomly gone to the bathroom outside and asked if I was drinking a whole glass of tequila (it was wine). But, nothing big enough to blog about. I guess there was one thing, but we're keeping that on the DL because it's not a funny story, but a scary one.
So, Owen has been quiet. Has he turned a corner? Does he realize he is three now and should start acting his age not his shoe size? Wait, his shoe size is a nine so I guess that doesn't make sense for him right now.
Anyway, we have had our windows open the last few days because it hasn't been 95 degrees AND our energy bill was ridiculous for the month if July. Thanks a lot, heat! I was not home to witness this, but I felt the after effects a few hours later. Elsa was in her room doing whatever she does (plays with her jewelry, barbies, hair ties, etc.). Owen was outside doing what he does (going to the bathroom, picking unripe strawberries and tomatoes, turning on the hose, etc.). Apparently, Owen saw Elsa in her room and decided to play a little prank on his sister. Does he know what a prank is? I doubt it. Maybe he was just being mean because he thought it was funny.
What did Owen do? He started spraying the hose through Elsa's open bedroom window and soaked Elsa and her entire floor. Peter came in and yelled for him to stop. Of course, Owen doesn't listen to anyone he doesn't want to listen to. So, he didn't. Peter ran out of the house, jumped over the railing of the deck, and, just when he was about to grab the hose, Owen realized he should stop. He dropped the hose and ran.
Elsa's carpet was still wet when I got home a few hours later. I didn't think twice about it when I noticed it. I mean, they're kids, they probably spilled some water or something. But then, Peter told me the story and I realized this was Owen's doing. Awesome.
So, Owen has been quiet. Has he turned a corner? Does he realize he is three now and should start acting his age not his shoe size? Wait, his shoe size is a nine so I guess that doesn't make sense for him right now.
Anyway, we have had our windows open the last few days because it hasn't been 95 degrees AND our energy bill was ridiculous for the month if July. Thanks a lot, heat! I was not home to witness this, but I felt the after effects a few hours later. Elsa was in her room doing whatever she does (plays with her jewelry, barbies, hair ties, etc.). Owen was outside doing what he does (going to the bathroom, picking unripe strawberries and tomatoes, turning on the hose, etc.). Apparently, Owen saw Elsa in her room and decided to play a little prank on his sister. Does he know what a prank is? I doubt it. Maybe he was just being mean because he thought it was funny.
What did Owen do? He started spraying the hose through Elsa's open bedroom window and soaked Elsa and her entire floor. Peter came in and yelled for him to stop. Of course, Owen doesn't listen to anyone he doesn't want to listen to. So, he didn't. Peter ran out of the house, jumped over the railing of the deck, and, just when he was about to grab the hose, Owen realized he should stop. He dropped the hose and ran.
Elsa's carpet was still wet when I got home a few hours later. I didn't think twice about it when I noticed it. I mean, they're kids, they probably spilled some water or something. But then, Peter told me the story and I realized this was Owen's doing. Awesome.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
I Saw My Future ...
... 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.
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 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?
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Lots of Small Owen Stories
Unfortunately, I do not have one really good story to share about Owen today. But, I do have a bunch of small ones that may get a few laughs.
Yesterday, Peter took the kids to visit Keegan and Ronan. Not enough time was spent in the backyard Disneyland on Saturday. I was working, but I get a FB post from Kristin that reads "
Yesterday, Peter took the kids to visit Keegan and Ronan. Not enough time was spent in the backyard Disneyland on Saturday. I was working, but I get a FB post from Kristin that reads "
Monday, June 27, 2011
Mmm ... candy
We went to Keegan and Ronan's birthday party this weekend. It was a lot of fun and I'll give the kids credit for behaving themselves as well as they could. Not too many fights, except when we were leaving and they all wanted to eat candy in the car in addition to the chocolate they were eating before we left. Is it bad parenting that I let them because I didn't want to fight? Yeah, I kinda figured it was. But, I did it anyway.
The kids all scored a tremendous amount of candy from the pinata and had cool Cars goodie bags to carry it home. When we got home, I immediately put the candy in the cupboard and locked it. Owen knows how to get the locks off, but I was hoping it would be tight enough that it would take some maneuvering from Owen and I would safely be able to use the restroom. Do you notice a theme here? Owen has perfected his missions to be accomplished within the two minutes it takes to use the restroom.
So, I come out two minutes later. Not only has Owen taken all of the candy out of the cupboard and laid it on the counter (better to choose what he wanted?), but he was kind enough to make sure both Vance and Elsa got their fill as well. At least he's sharing, right?
I really hope this kid grows up to be in the CIA. I'd love it if he could use his talents for good. In our last doctor's office visit, the questionaire asked if Owen would use a stool or chair to get something he wanted, but couldn't reach. Peter laughed. If only they knew what Owen was capable of.
The kids all scored a tremendous amount of candy from the pinata and had cool Cars goodie bags to carry it home. When we got home, I immediately put the candy in the cupboard and locked it. Owen knows how to get the locks off, but I was hoping it would be tight enough that it would take some maneuvering from Owen and I would safely be able to use the restroom. Do you notice a theme here? Owen has perfected his missions to be accomplished within the two minutes it takes to use the restroom.
So, I come out two minutes later. Not only has Owen taken all of the candy out of the cupboard and laid it on the counter (better to choose what he wanted?), but he was kind enough to make sure both Vance and Elsa got their fill as well. At least he's sharing, right?
I really hope this kid grows up to be in the CIA. I'd love it if he could use his talents for good. In our last doctor's office visit, the questionaire asked if Owen would use a stool or chair to get something he wanted, but couldn't reach. Peter laughed. If only they knew what Owen was capable of.
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