Saturday, January 28, 2012
Deep Thoughts
Today, after listening to Vance cry & whine because he wanted to finish watching Cars before his nap, I said that "Vance really pisses me off". Well, I accidentally said this within ear shot of Owen because I hear him say, "Daddy really pisses me off.". I tried my hardest not to laugh, but I couldn't contain myself. At least he used it properly, right?
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Target Trip
I love Target. I really do. I enjoy it when I have to make trips there. Peter doesn't enjoy it when I have to make trips there because I spend money. But, alas, there are times when you have to.
So, Peter and I had to make a quick trip into Target a few weeks ago. When I go anywhere with the kids, I try to corral them in one cart so I am not chasing after anyone. We did that during our recent trip. The only problem is that Owen didn't want to be pushed in the cart; he wanted to walk. We told him that would be okay as long as he stayed with us. Of course, he didn't. He stopped to play with toys. He ran away. He climbed out of the cart when we put him back in. You get the picture.
After having enough of his mischief, I tell Peter I will take Owen to the car and he can check out with Vance and Elsa. Owen doesn't like this idea. The entire way to the car, while I am carrying him haphazardly, he is screaming "I WANT MY DADDY" and kicking me. It absolutely looked like I was kidnapping him. I can only imagine what the people who were walking into the store thought.
I get him to the car and put him down for a second so I can unlock the doors. He darts off into the parking lot trying to get back into the store, while screaming "I WANT MY DADDY". Luckily, there were no cars when he made his break. And, that Peter came out a minute later. And, most of all, I'm lucky no one decided to call the police. That probably would have ruined Target for me.
So, Peter and I had to make a quick trip into Target a few weeks ago. When I go anywhere with the kids, I try to corral them in one cart so I am not chasing after anyone. We did that during our recent trip. The only problem is that Owen didn't want to be pushed in the cart; he wanted to walk. We told him that would be okay as long as he stayed with us. Of course, he didn't. He stopped to play with toys. He ran away. He climbed out of the cart when we put him back in. You get the picture.
After having enough of his mischief, I tell Peter I will take Owen to the car and he can check out with Vance and Elsa. Owen doesn't like this idea. The entire way to the car, while I am carrying him haphazardly, he is screaming "I WANT MY DADDY" and kicking me. It absolutely looked like I was kidnapping him. I can only imagine what the people who were walking into the store thought.
I get him to the car and put him down for a second so I can unlock the doors. He darts off into the parking lot trying to get back into the store, while screaming "I WANT MY DADDY". Luckily, there were no cars when he made his break. And, that Peter came out a minute later. And, most of all, I'm lucky no one decided to call the police. That probably would have ruined Target for me.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Owen's New Favorite Thing
I know I haven't posted in a while because Owen hasn't really done anything outlandish recently. Perhaps, he is maturing in his old age? Doubtful, I know. So, I figured I would post about Owen's new favorite activity.
I know it may be hard to believe, but Owen doesn't like to listen. In fact, I'd go so far as to say Owen's least favorite thing to do is listen to his parents or Grandma or anyone else that is an authority figure. So, when we are sitting at the dinner table and he's not eating, or feeding the dogs, or leaning back on his chair so it lands on the floor with a thud, or playing with toys at the table, or taunting his brother and sister, and we tell him he can either sit at the table or sit in his room, he chooses not to listen to us. He continues with whatever it is he is doing that is not eating his dinner. Then, either Peter or I will get up to move him to his room.
That's when he does his new favorite activity. He runs away from us screaming NO! Our living room has a circular path around our couch. Owen uses this to his advantage and makes us chase him around and around, all the while screaming NO. He doesn't say it. He doesn't even slightly yell it. He actually screams it, while he is running. Are you kidding me? And, of course, Peter and I chase him. It usually takes us two or three times around the couch before we catch him.
Can you imagine that scene? Owen has us, literally, running in circles. And, he is laughing and screaming NO. The worst part is that, at times, it is so ridiculous to me that I start laughing. This is probably the reason he keeps doing it. I just don't understand why he constantly has us on our toes. Will this ever change? And, when will that be?
I know it may be hard to believe, but Owen doesn't like to listen. In fact, I'd go so far as to say Owen's least favorite thing to do is listen to his parents or Grandma or anyone else that is an authority figure. So, when we are sitting at the dinner table and he's not eating, or feeding the dogs, or leaning back on his chair so it lands on the floor with a thud, or playing with toys at the table, or taunting his brother and sister, and we tell him he can either sit at the table or sit in his room, he chooses not to listen to us. He continues with whatever it is he is doing that is not eating his dinner. Then, either Peter or I will get up to move him to his room.
That's when he does his new favorite activity. He runs away from us screaming NO! Our living room has a circular path around our couch. Owen uses this to his advantage and makes us chase him around and around, all the while screaming NO. He doesn't say it. He doesn't even slightly yell it. He actually screams it, while he is running. Are you kidding me? And, of course, Peter and I chase him. It usually takes us two or three times around the couch before we catch him.
Can you imagine that scene? Owen has us, literally, running in circles. And, he is laughing and screaming NO. The worst part is that, at times, it is so ridiculous to me that I start laughing. This is probably the reason he keeps doing it. I just don't understand why he constantly has us on our toes. Will this ever change? And, when will that be?
Monday, October 31, 2011
Mischievous Monday
Well, really it was Friday, but I like the way Mischievous Monday sounds so I'm going to pretend this was a Monday.
So, last Monday, Peter, Owen, and I picked up pizza for dinner (Elsa and Vance were at Grandma Nancy's before anyone assumes we left them home with the dogs). While Peter was inside getting the pizza, Owen and I had the following conversation:
Me: Owen, were you a good boy for Daddy today?
Owen: (Silence)
Me: Owen, were you a good boy for daddy today?
Owen: Ummm, no
Me: You weren't a good boy for Daddy today?
Owen: Ummm, no
Me: What did you do that you weren't a good boy for Daddy today?
Owen: (Silence)
Me: Owen, why weren't you a good boy?
Owen: (Silence)
Now, at this point, I am amazed that Owen fessed up. To what I'm not exactly sure. But, usually he tells me he's been a good boy when he hasn't quite lived up to that. When Peter gets back in the car, I ask him if Owen acted up. Peter groans and then fills me in.
They went to the grocery store to get chocolate chips, among other things. The kids like putting the groceries on the conveyor belt. Peter didn't notice until after he was leaving that Owen stole the chocolate chips. They turned around and went back to the service counter. Owen was holding onto the chocolate chip bag pretty tight, but Peter managed to get it away from Owen, where it proceeded to drop chocolate chips all over the floor. Not only did Owen steal the chocolate chips, he opened them.
Peter cleaned up the mess and paid for our partial bag of chocolate chips. When they were walking out of the store again, Peter noticed Owen had his hands in fists at his side. Peter asked Owen to open his hands. No dice. Peter asked Owen if he had anything in his hands. His answer was no. Finally, Peter pried Owen's hands open and found two handfuls of chocolate chips. I am not sure if the chocolate was melted to add to the mess, but I'm sure it wasn't a super easy clean up.
As if that wasn't enough, Peter came home from his run later that day to find Owen and Elsa running back and forth in the back of the house with a bunch of bandaids. They found Grandma Nancy's bandaid stash and had a bandaid party on a sleeping Vance. I didn't realize bandaid parties were such fun, but now that I know, I must try it.
I am keeping my fingers crossed that Elsa's mischief in the bandaid party was a fluke and this doesn't turn into a future daughter and son in law blog.
So, last Monday, Peter, Owen, and I picked up pizza for dinner (Elsa and Vance were at Grandma Nancy's before anyone assumes we left them home with the dogs). While Peter was inside getting the pizza, Owen and I had the following conversation:
Me: Owen, were you a good boy for Daddy today?
Owen: (Silence)
Me: Owen, were you a good boy for daddy today?
Owen: Ummm, no
Me: You weren't a good boy for Daddy today?
Owen: Ummm, no
Me: What did you do that you weren't a good boy for Daddy today?
Owen: (Silence)
Me: Owen, why weren't you a good boy?
Owen: (Silence)
Now, at this point, I am amazed that Owen fessed up. To what I'm not exactly sure. But, usually he tells me he's been a good boy when he hasn't quite lived up to that. When Peter gets back in the car, I ask him if Owen acted up. Peter groans and then fills me in.
They went to the grocery store to get chocolate chips, among other things. The kids like putting the groceries on the conveyor belt. Peter didn't notice until after he was leaving that Owen stole the chocolate chips. They turned around and went back to the service counter. Owen was holding onto the chocolate chip bag pretty tight, but Peter managed to get it away from Owen, where it proceeded to drop chocolate chips all over the floor. Not only did Owen steal the chocolate chips, he opened them.
Peter cleaned up the mess and paid for our partial bag of chocolate chips. When they were walking out of the store again, Peter noticed Owen had his hands in fists at his side. Peter asked Owen to open his hands. No dice. Peter asked Owen if he had anything in his hands. His answer was no. Finally, Peter pried Owen's hands open and found two handfuls of chocolate chips. I am not sure if the chocolate was melted to add to the mess, but I'm sure it wasn't a super easy clean up.
As if that wasn't enough, Peter came home from his run later that day to find Owen and Elsa running back and forth in the back of the house with a bunch of bandaids. They found Grandma Nancy's bandaid stash and had a bandaid party on a sleeping Vance. I didn't realize bandaid parties were such fun, but now that I know, I must try it.
I am keeping my fingers crossed that Elsa's mischief in the bandaid party was a fluke and this doesn't turn into a future daughter and son in law blog.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Hide and Seek
I know it's been a while since I've posted. Owen has had a few funny stories, but most have to be told verbally. Writing them down would be a bad idea. Let me just say, he is very creative (building a wall of chairs, toy boxes, etc. to block me from coming up the stairs) when he wants to get into something he knows he shouldn't. He's also super quick, which is exactly what I would expect of him.
This story isn't funny, but it goes along with his personality so I figured I would share it anyway.
We went to the Tigers game for Star Wars day a week ago. I took Owen to the bathroom with Michelle and Max. Michelle comes out of the bathroom and says, "Where's Owen?" I turn around. Owen's gone. We leave the bathroom to try to find him. He's not outside. I go back in and check the stalls. He's not there. At the exact moment where I am really starting to lose it, Mike, Shanon, and Kate all come down coincidentally. I tell them I can't find Owen and we all begin searching.
It has been maybe five minutes since I've seen him last, but it felt like five days. I am going out of my mind with worry. We have split up and are searching everywhere. Just as Michelle is talking to security, a nice couple come down from their seats five sections away from ours and the woman is carrying Owen. Mike taps me on the shoulder and points to them. I run, crying, and take Owen out of the woman's arms. I am balling at this point, unable to catch my breath, only saying over and over again how thankful I am. I hear nothing else when Mike talks to them.
Luckily, Mike is with me and the couple tell him that Owen wandered up the stairs in their section and they figured out he was alone and were bringing him to Security. I wish I had enough clarity to tell them how much I appreciated their help. I didn't. I was balling my eyes out. We found Kate and Michelle before Security put out an alert. I was shaking, but was able to make it up the stairs to tell Peter what happened.
It was the scariest five minutes of my life. We lucked out and a nice couple found him. I know it could have been worse. Everyone who I tell this story to asks what Owen did, whether he said anything or was scared. Nope! He was quiet. I don't think he even realized he was lost. One of my coworkers said she's not a huge fan of parents who put leashes on their kids, but she thinks maybe it'd be a good idea if we did. I tend to agree.
P.S. So, I at least put a bit of funny in this post, I have a story about Vance. Vance started kindergarten two weeks ago. He met a friend, Grace, who he likes because she is pretty. He told Peter he wanted Grace to come to our house to play. Peter said to ask me. Then, Vance said she could stay the night ... she'd sleep in his bed. Peter mumbled something about girls and boys sleeping in separate rooms and then dropped it. Perhaps Owen isn't my only worry???
This story isn't funny, but it goes along with his personality so I figured I would share it anyway.
We went to the Tigers game for Star Wars day a week ago. I took Owen to the bathroom with Michelle and Max. Michelle comes out of the bathroom and says, "Where's Owen?" I turn around. Owen's gone. We leave the bathroom to try to find him. He's not outside. I go back in and check the stalls. He's not there. At the exact moment where I am really starting to lose it, Mike, Shanon, and Kate all come down coincidentally. I tell them I can't find Owen and we all begin searching.
It has been maybe five minutes since I've seen him last, but it felt like five days. I am going out of my mind with worry. We have split up and are searching everywhere. Just as Michelle is talking to security, a nice couple come down from their seats five sections away from ours and the woman is carrying Owen. Mike taps me on the shoulder and points to them. I run, crying, and take Owen out of the woman's arms. I am balling at this point, unable to catch my breath, only saying over and over again how thankful I am. I hear nothing else when Mike talks to them.
Luckily, Mike is with me and the couple tell him that Owen wandered up the stairs in their section and they figured out he was alone and were bringing him to Security. I wish I had enough clarity to tell them how much I appreciated their help. I didn't. I was balling my eyes out. We found Kate and Michelle before Security put out an alert. I was shaking, but was able to make it up the stairs to tell Peter what happened.
It was the scariest five minutes of my life. We lucked out and a nice couple found him. I know it could have been worse. Everyone who I tell this story to asks what Owen did, whether he said anything or was scared. Nope! He was quiet. I don't think he even realized he was lost. One of my coworkers said she's not a huge fan of parents who put leashes on their kids, but she thinks maybe it'd be a good idea if we did. I tend to agree.
P.S. So, I at least put a bit of funny in this post, I have a story about Vance. Vance started kindergarten two weeks ago. He met a friend, Grace, who he likes because she is pretty. He told Peter he wanted Grace to come to our house to play. Peter said to ask me. Then, Vance said she could stay the night ... she'd sleep in his bed. Peter mumbled something about girls and boys sleeping in separate rooms and then dropped it. Perhaps Owen isn't my only worry???
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Candy Bar Joyride Was a Premonition???
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 :(
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 :(
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.
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