Tuesday, September 23, 2008

I Hit Myself

We had a barbecue this past Sunday. The boys were outside playing. My mom comes inside carrying a crying Owen with a big goose egg on his head. He was screaming too loud to ask what happened. He was also fighting against the ice for his head. Jay came in and looked really sad for Owen. My partner's mom says that he is supposed to be apologizing for hitting Owen. She asked him what happened and Jay said he hit Owen. When asked with what, he produced a broken plastic rake. Jay was told that hitting his brother was wrong. Owen was still screaming about not wanting ice. Jay asked for ice for his head because he had a "boo-boo" too. He wasn't hurt. Rather than believe that he was just attention seeking, I choose to believe that he was trying to get Owen to take the ice by acting like he wanted it. They are very competitive. Right away, Owen asked me to put the ice on his head. Finally he stopped crying and as I was holding the ice on his head, he says, "Mommy, Jay Jay didn't hit me. I hit myself." I asked him with what and he said a rock. He threw it up in the air and looked up to watch it come down on his forehead.

The Boys Have a New Ride

We bought the boys an early birthday present so they would be able to enjoy it before the weather got bad.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

"I flew out the window."

That is how Owen tells people what happened yesterday. He was in the living room. I was in the kitchen. I heard a distant cry then "Mommy!" I saw the screen missing from the livingroom window and knew he fell out the window. I raced downstairs and out the door and there he was under the window sitting in a bush. I live in a split level so the fall was about 1/2 a story. I checked him out to see if he was able to move everything. He said he landed on his head so I checked his pupils to see if they were equal and reactive and they were. No lumps on his head. As a matter of fact, the boy did not have one scratch on him. I dusted him off and just kept a close eye on him and he was fine. Then his brother hit him in the head with a metal tractor. Owen has one hard head! From what I can figure out, Owen unlatched the screen from the window and it fell out and he after it. So now we are not opening any windows from the bottom and are very leary about opening them from the top since working together, the two boys can open unlocked windows. I am seriously thinking about restricting the boys viewing of Toy Story. I think he was trying to emulate his hero Buzz Lightyear.

Sunday, September 7, 2008


Jay has a new word and it is "probably." He uses it every time he says something. "That's probably a dog." "Probably I want some supper." "Probably I want to go outside." It is not the only new word he has. He has officially started the "Why?" phase.

Ankle Bone

Jay: Mommy what's this? (points to his ankle bone)
Me: That's your ankle bone.
Jay: No it's not.
Me: Yes it is. See (I point to my own ankle bone) Mommy has an ankle bone and Jay has one too.
Jay: No it's not.
Me: Then what is it Jay?
Jay: A dog bone.

So I guess there is more to boys than just puppy dog tails. Apparently they have some puppy dog bones as well.