Saturday, November 28, 2009

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

My sweet hoodlum

When I picked up Owen from Mother's Day Out today, his teacher handed me his bags and then cleared her throat.

"Ahem, we had a little problem with Owen today. He had to be sent to the director's office."

I glanced over at Owen, who was on my hip, and I could tell he knew what we were talking about. He looked down at the floor and picked at his bottom lip.

"Owen wouldn't stop aggressively hugging his classmates. If you and your husband could work with him on hugging softly that would be a big help."

Part of me was embarrassed for Owen, and part of me thought Is she serious? Personally, I find soft hugs about as desirable as limp handshakes.

So what do you think? Will Owen be robbing convenience stores by the time he's 15 if I let this one pass? I can just see him lording over some poor clerk, "Gimme all the money in the register! I got a bear hug and I'm not afraid to use it!!!"

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

An analogy (SAT style)

wedding cake: Owen :: cheap beer : frat boy

Monday, November 16, 2009

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Everyday Owen: The giggles

I went to feed Owen a bite of his dinner at the same time that he tried to take a drink from his sippy, and he ended up with pesto up his nose. I said, "Oh, no!" And things spiraled into a delirious mockfest.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Happy Birthday Owen!!

Scott and I took Owen out for lunch and ice cream to celebrate his birthday today.

At Newk's, we all ordered pizza and then took a table near the back corner. After sitting there a few minutes, I said to Scott, "Tom Kite is sitting at the table next to us."

I am infamous for my poor doppelganger finds. Scott has put up with them for so long that he usually doesn't even bother to look anymore when I say I see someone who looks just like Axl Rose, only with a crew cut and a tan. Today, however, he looked.

"Shelley, that really is Tom Kite."

"I know it really is Tom Kite, Scott."

He was having lunch and conversation with his family so we opted to pass on the photo op. Of course, even if he had been standing on a street corner looking alone and bored, Scott and I would probably have been too chicken to approach him. Oh well.

After lunch we went to Yogurt Mountain, where you take a tub the size of your head and fill it with all the yogurt and toppings you are willing to pay by the ounce for. Owen chose cake dough yogurt with sprinkles, Teddy Grahams and Nilla Wafers. (Scott went for sour apple with Heath bar, which I think is the YM version of a suicide... ick.)

Listen real close at the beginning of the video and you'll hear Owen say, "Happy birthday to you." Listen even closer and you'll hear me whispering to Scott to get Owen to say it again. Fat chance.

Here's your annual homework assignment: What is your favorite memory of Owen from this past year? Respond by leaving a comment, sending an e-mail or even snail mail. I'll save them for Owen to read someday. Thanks!

Happy Birthday Owen!

Back during Owen's nap with a written post...