Owenisms

Owen told me today that my perfume “Smells nice!  Like cheese.  Like bread!  Like compost!”  Um, compost is not really the scent I was trying to evoke.

Owen looking into his full diaper pail:  “Oh.  This is not good.”

And in the Y locker room after swim class last Saturday, Owen looked around and proclaimed the place “a terrible mess.”  And then he said, “I need a paper towel.”  To clean up the mess, you see.  (It actually wasn’t so terrible of a mess.  Just wet.)  There was a phone on the wall of the locker room and Owen said it was his turn to use it.  While we were waiting for the swim lesson before Owen’s to end so that his could begin, Owen told me I was too big for the pool.  I told him I was pretty sure I could fit.

He also loves (once again) to go down the basement to Sean’s tool bench and gaze admiringly at all the tools hanging on the peg board.  Sean has nails in a board that Owen is allowed to hammer.  While at the bench, he talks nonstop (and somewhat unclearly) about his hobby.  Apparently tools are his hobby—and we are not sure where he got this from.

When I come home from work these days, he likes to introduce me to Dorothy.  He’ll make a kind of magnanimous sweeping gesture towards Dorothy with his arm and say to me, “This is Dorothy!”  In case I had forgotten.  He also told Susan when I got home the other day that she should give me a hug.

He’s been a bit worried that there are monsters in the heating vent in his bedroom.  When I say there are not, he then has to list all of the other places in the room where monsters are not (the lamp, the bookcase, the diaper pail, my belly, etc.)

Say Cheese, Owen!

For awhile Owen was saying "cheese" (although it sounded more like "chiz"), but we laughed too much when he said it, and asked him to say it too much so now he won't say it for us.  (He does do a great snort when you ask him what a pig says--it cracks me up every time.  And he'll do the snort whenever he spots a picture or figurine of a pig, so I have ample chances for merriment.)  But anyway, here is a sequence of Owen getting closer and closer and actually saying chiz:

Say What?!

In the past week or so, Owen has really turned a corner with his "speaking."  He always talked a lot, but now he has added consonants to his repertoire, saying dada, ma (on occasion), good, and his new favorite, NANANANANA!

He also will clap his hands upon command, and wave, and then is very proud of himself for doing so.  (He tried to do both while nursing the other day, which basically resulting in me getting pummeled when he clapped and slightly creeped out when he waved at me from the vicinity of my breast.  Yes Owen, I thought, I know you are there....)

In this picture below he is trying to get ahold of my iPhone.  Every time we show him a picture or a movie of him on our iPhones, he laughs.  We have to be careful though, as he seems to be quite speedily able to delete apps and send texts, not to mention repeated attempts at using the phones as very expensive teething accoutrements.

After Martha left last Sunday, we spent most of the day indoors since Owen was feeling a bit out of sorts, and his playing has really changed all of a sudden too.  He spent an uninterrupted hour playing with his stacking blocks--putting things in, taking them out, etc.  It was fun to watch.  He also gives really good and loving hugs now too.  Our Owen is quite the cuddler!