Everyday Things

Miss Chloie has become quite discontent much of the time. It really bothers me because she has always been such an easy going baby up to this point. I really think she just needs to get on it and crawl already. So we've been pushing her a bit more. Finally just in the last two days she's been motivated by goldfish. She'll wiggle and inch her way all the way across the floor for one of those silly goldfish. She's going to get there! But the problem with using goldfish as bait has been that she's decided she really likes them and won't eat much of anything else. I'm fearing that as easy as Owen was with eating, she may be the opposite. The past several meals she's thrown every piece of anything (peas, bread, Cheerios, potatoes, carrots, bananas, macaroni) on the floor and cried like a baby for something else... oh yeah... I guess she is still a baby. We'll get through it Chloie :)




Owen continues to crack us up with some of the silly things he comes up with. Just today I wrote down several things to tell Matt since he was out of town, so I thought I'd write them here too.

This morning playing with a little toy guy, Owen spreads is legs like the splitz and exclaims, "Look, Mom, the guy is doing it like at church!" As of last Sunday, he has started genuflecting... or some kind of silly imitation. Which reminds me of another story. Last Sunday at church after communion Owen started shouting repeatedly (ok, he was just talking but it sounds like shouting during church), "Owen want the Christ." It took me awhile to figure out what he was saying until he added, "Airplane (the toy he took to church) need the Body of Christ."

Several times today when I was doing something away from Owen he would come up to me in the most sincere, singsong voice and ask, "What are you doing, honey?" I'm laughing just hearing his little voice again in my head.


And not as funny as scary, yesterday Owen decided to take a ride up the garage door. He thought he'd "help" the door open which I thought, ok no harm in that. I turned my back to get Chloie in the stroller, and when I turned around Owen was hanging from the top of the fully opened garage door. He wasn't screaming or moving... just paralyzed in fear, I suppose. I ran over to me the whole time telling him to hang on. As soon as I grabbed him, the poor little guy just cried and shook from fear. I'm pretty sure he won't be helping the door anymore.




The picture is Owen and Daddy with their new-found special morning time. Now that Owen is potty-trained, he wakes up a little earlier so he loves having his "coffee" with Dad and watching the morning farm show. He told Matt on this particular morning, "Let's share a blankie together."