Everyday Owen: Pantsed

In his frenzy to destroy my filing system, Owen's pants ended up around his ankles.  I rather thought he deserved it.

Sorry for the lack of posts lately.  I've been consumed by reading the Twilight series.  Yes, I'm a few years late and about two decades older than Stephenie Meyer's core readership, but I can't help it.  I've fallen.  I hereby declare this the year of my second adolescence.  I rang in 2009 by catching mono - a very teenage thing to do.  And now I find myself daydreaming about Edward Cullen.  Next I think I'll head to the mall to wander aimlessly before buying friendship bracelets and some turquoise Chuck Taylor All-Stars.  Anyone want to buy yellow ones so we can swap and wear one of each color on our feet?  (C'mon... I'll give you the other half of my friendship bracelet.)

Everyday Owen: Bedheads

I'm headed to Texas for the weekend, and my guys are going to be on their own!  I sure hope they don't go to church Sunday looking like this.

I'll really miss you two!

Water Logic

Owen loves water.

Owen hates being dirty more than he loves water.

The beach has sand that sticks to you and gets you dirty.

Therefore, Owen hates the beach.

Fountains and pools have water but no sand.

Therefore, Owen loves fountains and pools.

Back from the Beach

Hi all!  We're home again after spending a long weekend in Seacrest, FL.  I'm still trying to unpack and get Owen back on schedule, but I'll upload video, photos and post a full recap of our vacation soon!

Everyday Owen: In miniature

Just having fun with tilt-shift.  

Doesn't looking at things in miniature make you want to sing, "It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor..."?

Everyday Owen: Hummus Hair

For Mama Donna

Dear Mom,

Happy Mother's Day!  I hope I've never made you feel unappreciated, but I have definitely come to appreciate you more since I joined your team a year-and-a-half ago.  A few weeks ago when us girls began to think of what to give you for M-Day, Rebecca suggested buying a journal and each writing something for you.  Even though we ended up doing something else for your official present, Rebecca's idea stirred me.  

• I don't think I've told you how much I admire your confidence in and comfort with who you are.  It's quiet enough that you don't come across as arrogant, but sure enough that I feel safer when I'm around you. 
• Thanks for not only letting us be messy, dirty little kids, but for getting messy with us.  I don't ever remember being fussed at for getting my clothes muddy, filling your Tupperware containers with crawfish from the ditch, or for using your flower beds as imaginary fortresses.
• I'm grateful for all the ways you have affirmed your love for me - from handwritten napkin notes in my school lunch boxes to the text messages I receive today.
• Owen will have homemade birthday cakes with over-the-top decorations.  He'll go on adventures in the woods looking for critters and pine knots.  He'll be wakened in the middle of the night (at least once) to watch a meteor shower.  Just like you did for me.
• Finally, this list of accolades would not be complete without mention of your skill for calling things home.  For us kids it was the whistle that could pierce an eardrum.  For the cats, the auctioneer-like "heeeere kitty-kitty-kitty-kiiiiitttaaaaaay!!!"  And no stranger sound was ever heard coming from our backdoor than when you started calling peacocks. Gotta love your enthusiasm.  Ahhh-EEEEEE-Yahhh!  

One. Four. Three.

Shelley

Everyday Owen: 1st act of vandalism

Sunday night smackdown

Uncle Drew and Aunt Sarah came over for dinner this past Sunday night.  When Aunt Sarah only half-dressed Owen for bed so that we could all admire his baby tummy, we discovered that he looked a whole lot like a pro wrestler.  And that is when the madness ensued.

Drew says that Owen's ring name would be The Mystery Stink.  Anyone else have another clever suggestion?

18.

We Love Homewood Day

It makes me giddy to live somewhere that sets aside a whole day for its residents to show their little town some love.  Sappy?  Yes.  Right up my alley?  Of course!  We missed the mid-day festivities that included BBQ and hot air balloon rides in the park, but we made it to the parade and street dance tonight.

Someone help me out if I'm wrong, but I think this was Owen's first parade to spectate.  He caught some beads (no flashing necessary in Homewood) and exactly two pieces of candy.  And unlike his father who still flinches a little at the sight of them, Owen hit it off with the clowns, even dancing with one at the street dance to R. Kelly's Ignition Remix.  It was a bit of a Twilight Zone moment.

As for what Owen thought of all the parade commotion?