Owen's dad is away this weekend racing in Phoenix,AZ. It has afforded Mrs. Moose and myself the opportunity to spend even more time with Owen.Thursday night he came over to our house for about 4 hours. He gets very excited when he comes here and all the way up the walk he was yelling "Grampa !" When he gets in the house now , he immediately wants his coat and boots taken off. He then turns to his mom and says: " BYE BYE". We barely get a chance to say hello to her and he is trying to close the door. Talk about not being worried that she is leaving. We think it is terrific that he is so secure in coming here that he doesn't worry about his mom leaving. Probably because he gets so spoiled.
He has also begun to pick up more and more words that he says clearly enough to understand. He certainly can say downstairs, outside, birdies, barking, cookie, duckies, milk, more. Mark and Kristin have also been working on his manners and he has learned to say "yes, please" when you ask him if he would like a cookie or cracker or other food. You can't start teaching manners too young
Of course the whole time he is here , he is on the go. He loves to go down and see the fish and out to the garage just to look around at the tools and play with some of them. I make sure they are all unplugged before he can touch them.He also loves to be chased and will"sneak up" on you with a little gleam in his eye that
means chase me. He then runs to the other person as fast as he can and literally climbs them like a monkey up a tree. That is another new word-monkey
.Friday night, Kristin was going out with some friends so Mrs. Moose and I went over to their house. We brought Chinese food with us and Owen just dug into all of it. There are very few foods that he doesn't like.
Later we went in the hot tub. As I was getting him ready , I had to change him into a pool diaper up in his bedroom. He wasn't sure if he as going to bed or not. As soon as he saw his bathing suit, he said "outside".
He waited in the bathroom door as I got changed and then ran to the back door. It was about -8 outside , which is a great temperature to go hot-tubbing. The water was very warm so he lowered himself in very slowly. He loves to play with the controls and make the bubbles go full force. After we had gone back inside we played for about half an hour and into bed he went. We were wiped.
Saturday morning we weren't really expecting him.Kristin arrived at the door with him on her way into town to see her sister. He apparently insisted on coming here. All the way for five miles he had been in his car seat saying, "Grampa, grampa". We love having him so he stayed with us for about five hours. We had him outside and he continued to hone his skills in snowball making and throwing. He also walked in the melt water in the gutter on the street. At one point he slipped on some ice and down he went. His jeans were soaked and dirty.
Back home to our house to get changed. Yes we keep extra clothes for him here.
Last night we were back at Kristin's to celebrate our Craig's 25Th birthday(Feb 27) and to watch the UFC Pay per View. We took pizza over for supper and as soon as he saw the boxes the words came out-"pizza please"With the whole family there he had a terrific audience and took full advantage of it. He showed everyone how he can use a balloon as a Pilates balls and he can balance on it. We are amazed that the balloon hasn't broken. It has been blown up since November and has lost very little air.
Today is a recuperation day. I just can't keep up.
8 comments:
I know you are having a ball with Owen. And, that little gleam in his eye...I remember that kind of look. So sweet and playful.
Wow, with Owen around, you don't need to take up Tai Chi and Pilates.
Hey, that first photo tells me that he inherited Grampa's beer gut from the old days, didn't he?
Bonita, We are having a great time growing and learning with him. He does so much and a lot of it I forget to put in the posts.
We started going through the words he can say and came up to somewhere between 80-100.
Lin: you're absolutely right. He has done more good for my back than anything else.
As for the other comment -Beer gut, what beer gut? ROFL
That was a liquid refreshment storage organ.
Sounds like a fantastic couple of days. Now, when you are teaching him these snowball skills, what are you letting him use for target practice? I hope it's Grampa. It's more fun that way ~smirk~
Ticblog. They were really fun days.It was his GRANDMA teaching him to throw snow balls and yes I was the target, but not for long. I got him on m side and we fixed grandma.
Beer gut? Be proud of it Moose. After all, it cost a good deal of money, keeps you from being accosted by pretty young things and will supply your doctor with plenty of dollars for his yacht. That knowledge comes from experience, young fellow.
And Owen knows what he's doing, too.
Cat:Oh yes, Owen knows exactly what he is doing. You can see him thinking things through before he does anything.
As for the beer gut, I only have maybe 3 -4 beers a year now if that.
I had my heart attack when I was 49, almost 12 years ago.
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