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June 26, 2006

He's Got the Whole World in His Hands

My mom said that at 4 am yesterday morning, Owen went to her room, climbed into her bed, and proceeded to belt out 2 verses of "He's got the whole world in His hands," then he fell asleep for another 4 hours. What a gift!

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June 24, 2006

oh no- the ice cream truck!

A couple of weeks ago, Duffy and I gladly introduced Owen to the fantastic idea of the ice cream truck. They don't come around much to our neighborhood, so when we heard one, we made a HUGE deal about it, let Owen pick out what he wanted, and continued to talk like, "Wow, Owen. Wasn't that great? That man just gave us ice cream. He drives around in the ice cream truck, and gives kids ice cream. Isn' t that soo nice?" and so on.
Fast forward to two days ago, and here I am in New York at my folks house with the kids. We put Carly in the swing my parents borrowed, and turned on the tinkly little music it played. Well, I've never seen Owen react in such a mix of anxiety, fear, and excitement. I thought he was really scared or hurt with the look on his face, when he ran to me, and said "Ice cream truck! Ice cream truck!" He thought the swing's music was the ice cream man going by. It was as if he couldn't at all understand why I wasn't running towards the door to flag him down the man who gave out ice cream. He loves pizza and ice cream, so he's definitely ours.
(And Lynn, your ice cream truck theory has left deep scars for me)
So yes, we are in New York, and we are really enjoying being pampered by Grandma and Grandpa. I didn't realize how badly I needed it until we got here. We can't wait for Duff to join us in a week.

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June 16, 2006

Do sharks eat popcorn?

My little shark woke up this morning and asked if he could have popcorn for breakfast.

The shark's baby sister had a doctor's appointment yesterday and tipped the scales at 16.5 pounds, and was almost 27 inches long.

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June 10, 2006

What's that smell?

When Owen was an infant, it was the mystery wetness. There was just always something that had a wet spot,, and you were never quite sure if it was drool, pee, milk, or something else. We haven't had that problem in a while. Ever since Owen started potty training, when there is a puddle on the floor there is no question what it is.
But anyways, today I was on the phone, holding Caroline, and I just started thinking, "What is that smell?" Only to look down and see a stream of poopoo running down my leg coming from the edge of her diaper (Kroger brand). No need to end the phone conversation or even stop talking. I just gave Duff the heads up, *snap snap*, he got me some paper towels, and life goes on. If you can't relate to that, then you haven't had kids.

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June 07, 2006

Watch me guys

I am pretty sure that I just witnessed one of the cutest things that my son will do in his lifetime. I had to write about it right away. I was folding laundry and Carly was asleep in the swing, so Owen had to be imaginative to keep himself occupied. Well, this is what I witnessed...
Owen lined up up all of his best trains (Thomas, Toby, ya know, the GOOD ones), and then I heard, "Ok guys, watch me. Look at me guys." Then he proceeded to turn on his Blues Clues radio to his favorite upbeat song, grabbed his maracca and danced for his trains. It's times like these that I need a video camera.

In the photos, the trains are on the toy garage to the left, and the little radio is on the bookshelf. Blogging about this was my reward for folding all of the laundray. Go me.

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June 05, 2006

A new glove

To add to the baseball obsession, Grandma CaCa sent Owen his first baseball glove, and it has become a part of his body (just like his blue bat and his Braves cap). Every morning he asks Daddy, "Go to baseball game tonight?" Yesterday he shouted out "Turner Field" when we drove by. A few times he has asked me, "Who's pitchin'?", and the other night Duff and I tried to convince him that it was "CHIPper Jones," not "PIPper Jones."

us: "Owen, it's CHIPper Jones, like chips, CHIPper Jones, not PIPper Jones."
him: "No chips. PIPper Jones."

Oh well. We will be at the ballgame tonight and tomorrow with our peanuts and cracker jacks.

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