Week of October 8, 2003
"Mummy is sleeping" (i.e., snoring)
"I don't stop for imitation steamrollers" (in rought, "George" voice)
"I use potty" (he was toying with us, it was a one time request)
"Tobey, dear Tobey"
"Owey likes chocolate..."
Owen woke up Saturday at 1, crying. We always wonder now, what this means. Something (he's getting sick)? Nothing (he had a bad dream)? In between (say,teething)?In an effort to get him back down, I cuddled up with him on the couch. He fell asleep and I did too - thought it's not the most comfy place (we hate that futon) we managed. He slept until 5:30 (yay!) and was in good spirits. We went to a local apple fair. When we've gone before, we were always very skeptical "You call this an apple fair? Where are the apples? Is this just another excuse for unrelated vendors to hawk their wares?" Now that we're parents, and in more desperate need of excursions, it's a different ballgame. "Look, they're selling APPLES! Would you like an apple of your very own? Here, it's all yours to eat. You have an apple. Yum!"
It was a place to stroll around, with the possibility of something child friendly. Okay, it was still lame, but it worked for our outing for the day. And hey, Owen got to have an apple! And if he'd been older, he could have had a carrot too!
Actually, there was a cute (low) maze made from hay bales that I thought would have been fun. But Owen keeps us humble, if he's not interested in doing something, it doesn't matter what the options are. You just keep pushing the stroller.
Owen is doing more singing. Since we know the Thomas songs so well, we were tipped off that he was singing (rather than just reliving one of the Thomas stories). "Tobey, dear Tobey...." or "Sooooo Happy" or from Piglet's Big Movie "Expedition!". And Owen is moving on identifying who he is without using his name: the bridge "I Owey!"
He's been fake coughing, which was a little scary initially ("geez, is he getting sick?") but is cute once you know it's fake. He's also spending a lot of time hiding in pillows. Our pillows at home are old and stained, and in desperate need of being replaced, but as long as they're being used for squishing and jumping and hiding, the important thing is that we have a lot of 'em.
Owen likes to repeat a phrase as he digests it, and in a way that seems like he's he's noting the similarities between himself and others. "Owey likes chocolate. And Mummy likes chocolate. And Daddy likes Chocolate."
He's been imitating a dog more often lately, and giving us big doggy kisses. I think this is a great excuse for sharing big old wet sloppy licks on those he loves best. Who cares about being a dog, it's just fun to make Mummy and Daddy suck up those sloppy licks! On the other hand, it's incredibly cute and endure them happily.
In the tub, Owen has figured out that the water being drained is a bad thing. As much as he sometimes doesn't want to have a bath, he definitely doesn't want to leave once he's in it (most of the time, anyway. Maybe if he's in a mood to cling to Mummy and reject Daddy, if Daddy is the one in the tub.) He tries to stop the water draining, but he hasn't yet masterd the swtich. It's just a matter of time.
He's been trying to imitate a dribble. There's a basketball court at the park we often go to, and Owen loves watching people play basketball as much as he likes the swings and the equipment. We've given him balls, but it's hard when your ability is a long way from what you wish you could be doing. And of course basetballs are big and heavy. But he's doing his best to dribble with the balls he has, but it's not easy. Mostly he just has to chase them.
We were sad to see that the Fountain in town was at last drained. As the weather has gotten colder, we knew we were on borrowed time. At some point, Owen decided he liked going there in the mornings. Perhaps just for the variety, or perhaps because it's fun to walk along the curbs, or perhaps he just lives in hope that some birds will come, or a squirrel. We've been leaving bits of our breakfast out for the birds, and for a short period, the sparrows would be brave and come to eat. I think this was related to the days when Owen was happy to hang out in his stroller (i.e., they felt safe). We've had a couple days when Owen could leave some bagel bits a little distance away, and the birds (who like to drink from the fountain) would swoop down and pick up the scraps. Owen loved watching them. I suspect when he's able to stay still a little better, it will be even more fun for him.
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