Namaste?

Owen's First Signature

First Trip To The Library?

I'm only slightly embarrassed that my kids have never seen the inside of a library.  And when I think about it, it's only because some parents talk about taking their kids to the library the same way they talk about organic baby food or dual language preschools.  Well, this is what my kids do at the library.  Proof they haven't been missing much (because they do the same thing at home.) Well, Owen does anyway.  Sommer told me that Adam was loving this so much that he would scream bloody murder every time she tried to take his headphones off.  SHHHHHHH.  You are at the LIBRARY.

This was actually a day they had planned to go to story hour, but we didn't realize that story hour was on summer break.  So we'll try again another day!

Adam, You're Such A Punk (Rocker)

Little Bam Strikes Again

Turn Down Your Volume...This Is My All Day, Every Day

First Shiner (Self Inflicted)

Owen gave himself his first official black eye.  It was the old "step on the bottom of the rake and the handle smashes your face" trick but instead of a rake, it was Adam's ball popper push toy.  Ouch.

Two Peas

First Grass Stained Knee (Of Many More, I'm Sure.)

Owen Found Lego Train Crash Videos on YouTube

Riverdancing?

Bubs Loves Mama

Owen Adam and I were on the way down to Tacoma to meet a friend for a play date at a water (spray) park.  Owen was doing his usual chattering about anything and everything and then I heard this:

“Mama, did you know that when you got married to Dada, you were a ballerina?”

I was confused at first and then I realized he was talking about our wedding pictures we have in our living room…He thinks my dress made me look like a ballerina.  I thought that was so cute.  Here was the rest of the conversation:

“Oh, Bubs…did you think I looked like a ballerina when I got married?”

“Yes.  But, uh, I didn’t see you then.  I didn’t come.”

“You didn’t come to the wedding?  You’re right, you weren’t there.”

“Do you know where I was?”
“Where?”

“At Nana’s.”

Later that evening, Steve was reading Owen his bedtime stories and I came in to listen after I put Adam down.  They were reading the Big Red Barn book and Owen has been very interested in birds lately.  He pretended he was a peacock at the zoo after he saw one walking around.  Did a great job too with putting his hands behind his back and bobbing his head when he walked.  He points out seagulls at the park, he likes pigeons because Burt likes pigeons.  So this book was about chickens and Owen likes chickens.

“I wish I were a chicken.”

“You do?  That would be cool.”

“I wish Mama were a chicken.”

“That would be funny.”

“No, wait…I wish Dada were a chicken.  I want Mama to stay like that.”

Awwwwwww

Another Santoki Holiday

It's Not A Tear...Just Playing In The Water

Afternoon At The Dog Park

As much as Charlie drives us crazy...she is a great dog and Owen loves her probably more than all of us.

First Year of Preschool...Done!

Owen's First Massage

So I'm trying to figure out a way to word this post without it sounding creepy.  I'm not sure I can, so I'm just going to tell you what happened tonight.

Owen has really dry skin.  I should take him to the doctor to find out if it's dry skin or eczema or what, but instead I just put lotion on it occasionally.  He has always liked getting his chest rubbed.  Even when he was a baby, we'd put Vicks Baby Rub on his chest when he was sick and he loved it.  He'd even ask for it before he could talk by handing us the jar and laying down in the "ready" position.

So the last few nights I've been putting lotion on his chest and it seems to be helping a little bit.  Tonight, I had him turn over on his tummy so I could put some on his back.  I sort of jokingly starting giving him a Swedish style massage.  His eyes rolled back in his head and THIRTY MINUTES LATER I called it off.  He let me rub his back, his head, his neck, his legs and his feet.  He was nearly falling asleep but he kept looking over his shoulder to see what I was doing.

Once I realized he actually liked it, I told him, "You know what this is called, Bubs?  A massage."  He replied, "Mommy?  Where do you GET a masssssssssaaagggggge?"  I couldn't really figure out what to say, so I said "Where Mommy gets her hair cut."

He would have seriously been game for a 60 to 90 minute massage.  Since it was 9pm, I had to cut it short...but next time I'm home when Adam is napping, I have big plans for another massage party!

Creepy, maybe.  Cute and noteworthy, nonetheless.

Someone Loves Watermelon

Love You

Brudderly Love