9 posts tagged “owen”
"Spiderman killed all the dinosaurs because they were too stompy"
"Spiderman has a manager, he tells him what to wear"
I worked from home a couple of times this week so I picked up Owen from school. Coming back on Thursday, we had a long conversation about brothers. We started talking about the baby and about him being a brother and ...
Owen: I don't want be brother
Me: Why not?
Owen: Brothers always adults. I don't want be adult. I like be small.
Me: But brothers aren't always adults.
Owen: Yes, they are.
Me: But Owen, Jacob is Ellie's brother and he's not an adult.
Owen: Oh! I see! I do want be brother.
Last weekend we went to my parents' for a couple of days. We should have been going with Em's grandmother but she had to delay her flight because she was sick. Anyway, we went to a Remembrance Day service with my parents as my dad was laying a wreath. On the Saturday, Em had to work so I had a day with the boy. We grabbed a couple of cousins and went walking at Danebury Hill Fort. I've been walking there on and off for almost 35 years (now that's scary).
Just before we left the kids found a deep pile of leaves and a small bank in the car park. The result:
Fun was had. Small children had to have leaves removed from unlikely places (both Jake's ears).
So, do we have the only child in the world who would
a) refuse to eat his "teddy bear" pizza
b) ask for more salad
We've raised a foodie. Mostly, he turns his nose up at food targetted at kids but he likes Stilton.
What have we done? He's worked out that the nicest food comes from the farmer's market and Waitrose.
So, it was Owen's third birthday a couple of weeks ago. I thought it was time I uploaded a picture or two of the occasion. Of course, it was my 41st birthday the day before which is vaguely scary. I took Owen to a birthday party yesterday and met someone one year older than me with a 20yr old daughter who has a two year old...
Anyway, this is owen at his birthday party with the train cake he's been coveting for months (that train is sugar icing and he ate it). And here's the fireman's costume that makes him oh *so* happy.
Not often I make it to three posts a day.
I wanted to write this down before I forgot. Last night, before I crashed, I went in to check on Owen, cover him up and all that. I put his bed covers back on, closed his window (raining just a little hard last night) and started to leave when...
Small Voice: kiss me
Dad kisses owner of Small Voice on cheek
Small Voice: no, on lips
Dad obeys
Small Voice: night night
The question is, was he awake?
And on another matter entirely, these people - Bialetti make absolutely the best stovetop coffee makers. I have a Brikka. Dead expensive, makes fantastic coffee...
On Thursday evening, Em had to go to the doctor. I took her down there after we had picked up small from the childminder. She was in there a while so I read Owen stories from the books lying around the surgery (this is less than good with a really sore throat and I had lost my voice by the end of the evening). Anyway, one of the stories that I read him was The GIngerbread man. He liked it (ok, you can read Owen most anything and he'll like it). Apparently, it struck a cord.
Yesterday, we're out doing the farmers' market (Owen's favourite bit of shopping in the world) and a bunch of other stuff. I had gone off to do something and left Em with Owen. He turned to Em with that look and said "I the biscuit man! I run away!" and did.
Toddlers are so funny when they're getting the hang of this world thing:
Me: That's a nasty cough you have Owen
Him: Not nasty. Mine Cough. Nice cough.
and this morning sometime before seven:
Mummy, Daddy, birds sing. Birds have whistle?
