Owen had his annual check up today. We sat for an eternity in the waiting room with so many different people. I’ve noticed before that our doctor, who is a family practitioner, has a lot of older patients and I seldom see kids or even younger adults in the waiting room. My theory is that most younger patients go to doctors with specialties. Children especially, are more likely to see a pediatrician than a family doctor. This is fine as all of these “older” patients get a kick out of my kids. Owen’s visit was uneventful and he was diagnosed a good patient and a healthy boy. The doctor did comment that he’s very tall for his 3 and a half years which I of course took credit for personally. Coming from such tall stock that I do…er…I mean, having the insight to marry into such a tall family. I do take credit for his large, but healthy tonsils. Those are definitely from me.
He just came in a moment ago, from playing outside, and announced that he’s too wet. I allowed him to go out and play with the neighbor kids on the slip and slide next door. He evidently didn’t even slide on it, just got close enough to get splashed real good and didn’t like it. His feelings were hurt because someone got him wet. We’ll have to coach him in water play I guess. He is back outside with fresh dry clothes and instructions that if he doesn’t want to get wet, to stay away from the water. Too funny.
Owen and little Sarah took a break from riding in the wagon and walked together for a little while yesterday on our zoo trip. They were very sweet. Aren’t her little pigtails the cutest?!
Owen has been faithful to pray before each meal and at bedtime but has always just repeated a prayer from memory, like “God is Great.” I’ve encouraged him at times to tell God things he wants to say to Him but he has been too self-conscious and wouldn’t do it. This evening at dinner I asked him if he would like to pray and he said “you” as he often does when he would rather I say the blessing. So I prayed something simple about our blessings and the food we were thankful for. After saying amen he complained that I had not thanked God for letting him play on the trampoline. This was apparently a big deal for him. I looked at him and explained that if there was something he wanted God to know he needed to pray himself and tell Him. Very quickly he assumed the posture again, squinted his eyes very tightly and began praying. He started slowly with a very quiet, “Lord God…” he paused and thought through what he wanted to say and then listed all his thank yous, including the adventure on the trampoline. I was surprised really, since he had refused so many times before, but thankful and touched at his comfortable requests and assurances, especially when he said “…and I know you like me…”
Today at the zoo, Grandpa opened his cell phone and began looking for a phone number. Owen was standing right beside him and immediately noticing what Grandpa was doing, leaned in and announced, “my phone number is _ _ _-_ _ _ _.” Insert correct phone number in the blanks. I don’t necessarily want that information plastered on the internet.
The other day while Hayden and Jackson were here playing I overheard a conversation Owen was having with Jackson regarding phone numbers. Jackson announced that he knew his mommy’s phone number and Owen responded with a recitation of his own phone number. Jackson asked if that was his mommy’s or his daddy’s phone number and Owen said it was his mommy’s. Jackson then insisted that it’s very important that Owen know his daddy’s phone number. Without taking any time to argue over the matter Owen quickly blurted out a false phone number for Jackson, “677-8899!”
Easter was a nice day for all of us and I was especially excited about Owen’s interest in what the holiday is about. After leaving our little family get together up at “Aunt Backy’s” last night Owen began his barrage of questions with: “Mommy, do you want to talk about Jesus dying on the cross?”
He then proceeded to ask question after question about why God would send Jesus to die, why does Jesus love me, why does God love me, why did he have to die and so on. He talked about Jesus praying in the garden and the crown of thorns and many of the things leading up to the cross and then mentioned something about the empty tomb. I forget exactly what he said but I was impressed with his knowledge. It was somewhat difficult to bring it all down to words that he would understand but I think he really got a grasp of the sacrifice it took for him to be able to go to Heaven. He is very excited about going to Heaven and meeting Noah, and David and Daniel and Joseph and all the other characters he’s learning about. When I asked him who he would most like to meet in Heaven he said, “all the animals from Noah’s ark.
At his request, I wrote Owen’s name on the bathtub wall with the bathtub crayons that Grandma gave him. Later when I came to clean him up I found these letters scrawled beneath my own. He really didn’t want much attention drawn to it, but he had indeed written the O, E and N. When I asked him about W, he explained and still insists that he cannot make a W. I thought this was pretty good work regardless and I only wish it could be saved. Unfortunately the fiberglass wall is too large for a scrapbook or in my case shoe box of memorabilia to save for him. Digital pictures are good though.
Grandma bought Owen a pack of Lightning McQueen underwear on one of their last visits. He wouldn’t wear them until I took the tags off but now that they are tag free, insists on wearing them all the time. He also insists that he is faster because he wears Lightning McQueen Underwear. The other day he ran around the corner with incredible speed, explained to me the source of his super speedy powers in his underwear and then asked, “Do you have fast underwear?”
“I got new clothes mom.”
This I heard as he came down the stairs and of course at 3:30 in the afternoon, I’m wondering why he needed new clothes. He announced fairly nonchalantly that he peed in his pants and needed something to wear. I immediately felt angry about the whole peeing in the pants thing until I saw what he was wearing. I was so overcome with surprise and humor that I quickly forgot anger or discipline and grabbed the camera so he could pose. The “long shorts” that he’s wearing in the pictures below were stored neatly in the back of his dresser to keep them away from some of the other clothes lest they mistakenly get passed on to someone else or otherwise given away. They were the pants he wore to be dedicated when he was 4 months old. They are also the least summery pants he’s ever had. Being made of a charcoal colored wool and completely lined. The waist is lined with red plaid flannel, very Christmas. I asked him a few questions and made him turn around and show me his find before explaining what they were. When I told him that he wore them as a baby he said in his own defense, “well, they still fit.” I made him take them off, but only after snapping pictures. I apologize for the quality of my shots. The camera must be set differently somehow because I wasn’t able to focus at all. I didn’t want to risk missing the shots in order to figure it out, so here they are in all their fuzziness.
In his defense regarding the potty accident. I remembered soon after that he had announced that he needed to go potty while downstairs but I forced him to go upstairs because the downstairs toilet is clogged (which is aggravation for another post). I think the whole registration of the dilemma topped off by the distance between bathrooms was too much and he failed to make it in time. I’ll let it go…this time.