Owen is becoming more and more the leader everywhere he goes. His confidence is almost annoying. Most of the time it’s not a problem. I had one mother tell me that her daughter was crying a couple weeks ago when Owen missed church because we were out of town. Apparently she missed Owen. He jumps right in as soon as he sees his friends and starts telling them what we will do next. When he meets up with a similar or stronger personality he doesn’t have too much trouble being the follower as well.

Today I took the boys for a walk and we found inchworms around the trees by our little shaded bench. Owen was heartbroken when I told him that we would not be inviting the little worm into our house. He had carried it halfway back with him and accidentally dropped it into the grass. I explained that we would find some information on the internet about inchworms because it’s not nice to take even little caterpillars home and try to take care of them without knowing what they like to eat. I didn’t realize they were such pests until I looked them up. It was fun to watch the boys enjoy them outside though.

We also fed the two ducks and lone Canada Goose with a bit of left-over bread. Owen threw in an entire hot dog bun and came running to me for more. I gave Ivan bits of bread to throw and then cracked up laughing when he stuck them into his own mouth. Note to self: make sure bread for ducks is not moldy and is good enough for Ivan to ingest.

So…while looking up inchworms I found this site and thought I’d share. It’s interesting that I’ve never heard of these before and that no one has ever tried this successfully before.


Owen bought a new toy on Thursday. He and I had cleaned out his piggy bank and rolled the coins. The total was still a bit shy of the nearly $45.00 needed to purchase the toy so we agreed that he should pick out some toys from his playroom that he would sell in order to earn enough to buy the toy. LaDonna’s consignment sale proved a good venue for selling his toys. When we visited her sight early in the week of the sale all of his toys were gone except for one. So when we got the check I added up the prices we knew he had gotten for his toys and gave him $20.00 of it. When we got to the store on Thursday, he not only had enough money, the toy was actually on sale for more than $10.00 less than the original price. So he also purchased another toy. I don’t know if I was able to communicate the advantage waiting had given us in this scenario but hopefully it was memorable enough that I can use it as an example in the future.

Where’s My Attention?

Owen is learning by the minute. He loves to play games and has learned to play Uno (I believe from playing with his cousins initially). He asks to play periodically (every day) and I enjoy sitting down with him for a few hands. He understands the game and even wins occasionally. Last night Kris and I both played with him and I felt like we had crossed into the realm of family game time. It was sort of cool. He still has a little trouble holding his cards in his small hands and will ask us to fan them out for him now and then. He also doesn’t yet see the need to hide his cards from us. He will even tell us when he only has one card left what color it is. I try not to take advantage but how else will he learn.

I also need to throw in here a comment he made this morning. He and Ivan were in the bathroom with me while I combed my hair. Ivan was irritating Owen by hitting him very lightly with his fist. Now, he does this when he wants to tell you something. It’s not really hitting as much as it is tapping. It’s confusing because he makes a fist to do it. I think he equates it with knocking. Anyway…Owen immediately whined that Ivan was hitting him and I told Ivan to stop, but then explained to Owen that he isn’t hitting…”he’s just trying to get your attention.”

To which Owen replied, “I don’t have an attention.”

98, 99, 100!

Owen has been counting well for some time but Monday after playing with Hayden next door has reached a new level of excitement in numbers. “I can count to 100!”

Apparently Hayden taught him to do it and I was pretty impressed. He always got stuck at the end of each series. What’s after 29? What’s after 39? and so on. I don’t know what Hayden said that clicked, but it’s pretty neat to me that these two four year olds were counting to 100 during their playtime.

Constant Comment

Owen seems to say something mentionable hourly so when I write something it’s because I happen to be close enough to the computer to get it. I can’t remember everything he says unfortunately. Just now it was this:

Owen: I’m going to pray…God is great…God is good…

Me: (facing the computer reading an e-mail)

Owen: Mommy, you didn’t close your eyes when I was praying. You’re supposed to close your eyes.

Me: Sorry…I thought you were just praying for yours and I would pray for mine later.

Owen: Well, I was praying for yours too. I wanted you to close your eyes.

Me: Well, I didn’t realize that. I’ll try to remember next time.

Owen: It’s OK Mr. ‘I know it now.’

I told him that this was not respectful and I didn’t want him to talk that way, yet I’m laughing with tears in my eyes.

Heard At Home

Owen: “I’ll get a chocolate Pocky for me and strawberry for Ivan.”

Me: “But what if Ivan wants chocolate?”

Owen: Exasperated silence

Me: “Ivan, do you want chocolate Pocky or strawberry?”

Ivan: “Cochlate”

Me: “Get Ivan a chocolate Pocky.”

Owen: “But I want to make his decision today!”

He so thinks he’s the parent some days…what am I saying? He thinks he’s the parent everyday. I didn’t know I’d have to compete for my ranking in this job but I do.

The following was after the Pocky was devoured.

Owen: “what is that brown cookie stuff?”

Me: “do you mean chocolate chips?”

Owen: “No, I said that brown cookie stuff?”

Me: “I know what you said, I’m trying to understand what you mean.”

Owen: “That brown cookie stuff.”

Me: “Yes, do you mean the cookie dough that surrounds the chocolate chips.”

Owen: (smiling) “Yes, the cookie dough. Can I have that next?”

Me: “Of course not.”

Kinda Delicious

This is the way Owen has been requesting his sandwiches be cut lately but this is not his usual sandwich. The heart cut sandwich came about late last year and he explained to me that it means that he loves me and that I love him. I totally agree. The earth shattering part of this is that until yesterday he loved peanut butter and jelly, I mean he could live on it, eating it every meal. Yesterday, he requested scrambled eggs for lunch and said he doesn’t like peanut butter and jelly anymore. He said it again today and I offered him turkey (which he has never liked before) and he took me up on it. I asked him how it was and he responded…”Kinda delicious.”


The other day Kris and Owen were talking in the play room and Owen asked if he knew how God made man. Kris asked Owen to tell him so he said, “out of dirt!” and then asked. “Do you know how he made Woman?” Again Kris prompted him to give his version of the story and he said, “women are made out of ribbons.”

Kris corrected him and explained what ribs are.

Ribbons…I don’t care who ya are….that’s funny.


This one of Dean (above with the martial arts moves going on) is by far my favorite. I’m guessing that Grant took it but can’t be sure.

Okay and then there’s this one of Lael. You can see her taking the picture in the reflection on the car (above)

I like this one of Owen. It makes me laugh.