How Twins Sleep

In the Deep Freeze

I came down stairs to check on the boys. I do that whenever they get quiet. I followed their hushed voices into our storage room to find Owen standing in the deep freezer. I yelled at him to get out. I looked into the freezer and found it caked with mud. I asked Owen where the mud came from. Jay said, "Owen's shoes." Owen said, "The cat." According to Owen, the cat was hot so he put him in the freezer to cool him off. The mud did come from Owen's shoes and on a more careful inspection I found cat hair also embedded in the ice of the freezer. No animals were harmed in the making of this blog entry.

Down the Stairs

Owen climbed into this tub and Jay assisted him in rolling down the stairs in it.

You Love Me How Much?

Owen said to me the other day, "Mommy, every time I come home from work or go to the store, I am going to stop at the cemetery and put a flower on your sign because I love you so much." Apparently, he loves me to death.

For the Love of Tape

Owen loves tape. He tapes papers to his bedroom wall. I've found pipe cleaners taped to my kitchen wall, cds taped to the living room walls, and mardi gras beads taped to my couch.

A Funeral For a Fish...

...because everyone with kids should have to endure at least one. Owen's beta, Scary Skull Pirate, died the day before we returned from vacation. No burial at sea for him. You'll find him in our back yard about 6 inches down in a bed of lilies with his own grave marker.

He Dresses to Impress

Owen likes to wear suits to church and a shirt and tie to preschool. Next year he won't be able to because ties are not part of the dress code, not even for Catholic school.

Mr. Green

Owen's class had a competition for St. Patrick's Day to see who could wear the most green. Owen won. He even wore green socks and underwear.

Now It's Owen's Turn

May 12, 2011 Owen lost his first tooth.

Saving the Planet

The boys took the power wheels out for a spin today. They drive ahead of me, sometimes far ahead of me, and I follow them on foot. Today for the first trip around the block, Owen drove and chased his brother. They both seemed to enjoy it and no one was getting hurt so I let them. When we got back to the house, Owen said he had picked up a lot of trash. Sure enough the passenger seat was loaded with trash. I asked him what he was doing with all that trash. He told me, "I want to keep the world clean." I guess, by the looks of my house, he is referring to the "outside" world.

Mail

The boys like to bring in the mail when we get home from daycare. They used to fight over the job. If they are out when the mail carrier pulls up, she will divide it into two piles and give each one. Now they will split it up themselves so no fighting, unless there is a package on the doorstep. The last couple of days I had asked Owen to go out for the mail just because it has been arriving late and he was the one available to get it. He must have thought it was now his job. Yesterday when I went out to get the mail myself, I was met by Owen when I got back in the house. "Mommy, why did you get the mail? Am I fired?"

More Love

Over the last couple of weeks, Owen has been expressing his love for me.

"Mommy, I just can't unstop loving you."

"I just love you really bad."

"Mommy, I just love you too much."

"Mommy, I love you. You are so pretty."

"Mommy, you are a princess."

Christmas Carols

The boys love Christmas carols and sing them all year long. Owen is especially fond of "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer." He doesn't always get the lyrics right--"perhaps me and Grandpa wiggly."

Franken Claus

Owen decided the day after Halloween that he wanted to be Frankenstein for next year's Halloween. Then right before Christmas he started asking for a Santa suit and kept asking even after Christmas was over. I told him he could be Santa for Halloween. He told me he wanted to be Franken Claus... Frankenstein in a Santa suit. I told him I didn't think he would have to worry about anyone else wearing the same costume.

If You Don't Have Pockets

Two flashlights, two toy guns, a walkie talkie, and one Owen

Toy Story

Woody and Owen

The Writing's On the Wall...

...and the counter, and the floor, and my car's door panel. Owen has become quite an artist, graffiti artist that is.

How do you play tag with a caterpillar?

The boys brought a caterpillar home from Grandma and Grandpa's house. If I had been there it would have never have made the trip. They put it in a bug house with some leaves. I protested its presence in the house because after 4 1/2 years of raising Owen and Jay I know this will not end well. The boys went to there bedroom and the caterpillar which they named Sammy stayed in the kitchen. The boys would not go to sleep. At eleven o'clock I went into their room to tell them to get to sleep. Owen was sitting on the floor of his room in the dark holding an empty bug house. He says, "I lost Sammy." "How do you lose a caterpillar?" I ask. Owen says, "We were playing tag."

We could not find Sammy that night but he showed up the next afternoon, enticed by a fresh plate of leaves placed on the floor of the boys room.

When I Became Mean

Owen: Mommy, I want to do the monkey bars.
Me: No Owen.
Owen: Mommy you are mean.
Me: Yes Owen I am mean.
Owen: When did you become mean.
Me: When I became a mother.

Snack Patterns

Owen says, "Mommy, I ate a popcorn then took a drink then ate a popcorn then took a drink. That's a snack pattern!"