“Better Not, Here I Come!”

Owen loves to play “Hide & Seek” and though Ivan is still a little young to cooperate, Daddy will often play with him in the evening. The other night they were playing and when Owen finished counting to ten he jumps up and yells “Better not, here I come!”

His language skills are very good and I hate to correct things like this because it’s few phrases that he gets wrong and it’s sort of cute. His understanding has jumped up a notch lately and turning four years old has been another big milestone. He is grasping sounding out words and wants to spend time making letters and spelling. He likes to do addition on his hands announcing his discoveries now and then with glee. “Mommy! 4 and 3 make 7!” He also counts to 29 almost perfectly. He tends to skip 15. When he gets to 30 he usually says “twenty-ten.” I’ve laid out the numbers in columns of ones and tens but it’s a little beyond him yet. He wants to go to school and I intend to look into some of the preschools around here to see what we can afford and would challenge him. I just haven’t done it yet.

He loves to play with his brothers and loves to fight with Ivan as well. The two of them love each other dearly and know how to make each other mad at the drop of a hat. Aron is someone he seems to be growing more and more proud of. His little brother that he can hold and even carry short distances as his mother shudders from out of reach. He likes to tell me how cute he is and talk to him in that voice that adults use on babies and small dogs.

Yesterday I forced Owen to lay in his bed for some quiet time. He insisted in tears that he did not want a nap so I pulled the whole, “you don’t have to sleep” routine. I demanded 30 minutes of quiet in his bed and he fell for it hook, line and sinker. A couple hours later I made some noise in his room to encourage him to wake up and when I looked at him and saw that his eyes were open I asked him if he slept. He shook his head no and looked at me expectantly. I told him his 30 minutes were up and he could go play now. Later I heard him bragging to Hayden from next door that he didn’t have to take a nap but that he had been quiet for “how long was it mommy?…Yeah, 30 minutes.”

Sharing Shoes

I heard Owen and Ivan scheming happily but didn’t pay attention to what they were doing. Soon I heard Owen calling me and as I approached the top of the stairs he was coming up.

“Me and Ivan are sharing shoes!” he told me. Owen was wearing one shoe and Ivan was wearing the other. “People can share shoes!” he continued. I marveled at their cunning plan. He went further to explain that they couldn’t share Ivan’s shoes because they were too small.

Apparently, big people can share things and small people can’t.

That’s good insight, don’t you think?