Owen is Three!

It doesn’t quite seem possible that our little man could be three years old, but he insists that he is (except when he’s insisting that he’s five) and we tend to believe those three little fingers when he hold them up and says “I’m Free!”

We had a party:
Charlie Daniels Park in Mt. Juliet
Perfect weather
Wonderful Friends

Great Gifts

Buzz Light-year Piñata

Big Cake with Buzz, Woody, Jessie and Bulls eye hanging out on top.

Thus far, three is going well. He seems to have a great time in the three year old room at church. He loves being a big boy and his understanding seems to grow daily. He goes potty by himself most of the time. He occasionally asks me to help but it is mostly because he wants my attention and on busy days that seems to him to be the only way to get it. Makes me feel bad of course, so I have been trying to do better. He is becoming more and more rough and tumble, and our serious little boy has been changing into a more active and aggressive little boy. He is still laid back most of the time and enjoys following as much as leading when he’s playing with other children. Jayna and Krista were here for a day and she being the little CEO of the future led him around and told him how they were going to play. He was absolutely fine with that and they got along just fine. I hope that he will assume a little more dominance in the future but I am grateful for his compliance right now.

He got to spend some time with his great-grandparents last week and had a blast. Here are a couple of pictures of our visit to a farm south of town near where they were staying.

Just a Few More Hours

Just a few more hours and Owen will be three. He is sleeping through the hour of that landmark for us. 12:36 a.m. October 6, 2003. It won’t mean nearly as much to him as it does to me. I am thinking back to that moment and reliving where I was three years ago right now. Miserable, tired, and a little scared. I was wondering if he was ever going to come out. To see him all cuddled up in the same blanket that swaddled him just days after he was born is so sweet for me. He is in many ways still a little baby but in so many more ways he is a little man trying desperately to burst forth and take charge. All day today his mantra was “I want to help you ______” fill in the blank with whatever I was doing at the moment. Whether it was laundry, dishes, phone-calls or quilting, he wanted to be a part of it and he wanted to do it himself. His birthday tomorrow will probably fly by without him really knowing much about it, but on Saturday he will have a full day of adventure with Amber and Madison and then a party to celebrate being three that night. I’m excited for him. He’s been begging for more birthday cake for a full year now.