Owenism

"Mommy, we don't eat bubbles because they're ucky and we don't eat boogers because they're disgusting."

Compassion

Tonight Owen was getting bored with his breathing treatment. He has asthma and takes a daily control medication via nebulizer once a day. He told me his breathing treatment was done but it wasn't done yet so I told him so. He started to cry and Jay, who was sitting next to him, patted Owen on the back and said, "It's okay Owen. It will be alright." Jay's sense of compassion has really been developing lately. I am really proud of him. Owen has always been very compassionate. I think too much so at times. It is like he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. They can both be very sweet.

The Tailpipe

Why would a boy want to stick his arm in a tailpipe? Why would his brother want to do the same thing? Don't worry, no arms got stuck, or burnt, just covered in soot.

My Children Are Nocturnal

The last few nights, the boys have been refusing to go to bed. We start getting them ready between 7:30 and 8:00 and hope to have them in bed by 8:30pm at the latest. They get their second wind by that time and run through the house, rummage through the cabinets, and tear their room apart. Last night they even managed to get outside and locked the door behind them. This goes on until about 11:00pm. I have tried every technique I can think of to get them to bed and asleep at a reasonable hour and nothing has worked. This happens regardless of whether they have taken a nap or not. Then when morning comes around and we get them up at 7:00am, they either stare off into space or throw a tantrum when trying to get them dressed or fed.



This morning when I got Jay up I took him to the bathroom. He was dry so I knew he would have to go. He screamed the whole way and stiffened his body so I couldn't sit him on the toilet. I finally bribed him to sit on the toilet and he started to pee, while he was peeing he was also playing and managed to soak the bathroom rug and floor in urine. Then he refused to get dressed. I threatened to take him to the sitter's naked which didn't phase him. He started screaming that he wanted to wear a diaper rather than a pull-up. Owen was in a peacekeeping mood this morning and told Jay, "Jay you are a big boy. You don't wear diapers anymore." To which Jay screams, "NOOOOOOO!" Then Owen turns to me and says, "Mommy, I am a nice boy. I'll wear a pull-up for you." I ended up wrestling clothes on Jay and got them both to the sitter's. I wished her luck.

Jay looks so sweet.

Toy Story

Owen is obsessed with Toy Story. Jay likes it too but is not obsessed like Owen is. Owen currently has 4 Woody's, 2 Jessie's, and 5 Buzz Lightyear's. Jay actually owns 2 of those Buzz's, a Woody and a Jessie but I counted them as Owen's because Owen rarely lets Jay play with them anyway.

Here is Owen with his pal Buzz.

Here is Owen with his pal Woody.

This morning Owen says, "Mom, Woody put his head in your coffee."

Getting Started

I've wanted to start a blog for quite a while now. I wanted to start it when I knew I would be able to consistently post to it. That is not easy to do when raising twin two-year-olds. Their antics are incredibly funny and frustrating. We are working on potty training one of the boys, Jay. Why would he think it necessary to unroll an entire roll of toilet paper into the toilet? At least he remembered to flush!!!! Yesterday, Jay had an accident in his pants and when he was being cleaned up, his brother Owen, capitalized on the opportunity and ran away. He ran out of the back door, out of the fenced in yard, and through the neighborhood. Luckily, a neighbor spotted him and promptly returned him.

Well, I'll end this post by saying that my partner and I are doing our best to raise these boys to be responsible members of society. We are doing it with love, discipline, and respect. Some days we are just in survival mode, other days we learn, love, and laugh while raising Owen and Jay.