Using rocks, seaweed and driftwood, we made this in the sand. I wanted to print this for his beach themed room.
If you look close, you will see a squished Emily just below her BIG brother in the window. This house is the perfect size for her, and Owen is looking like a giant in there now!
We went wine tasting with Grandpa Norm a few weeks ago. We only went to two places (Carhart and Sarloos and Sons) and I will not take the kids to do that again. It's completely boring for them and stressful for us. But we did get one last cute picture before the melt downs. Owen insisted in drinking water from a wine glass.
He has become quite the artist these days. He loves to color and paint. He makes these cool tie dyed looking pictures with lots of color. I love them. I love him.
Here is our little Jack Johnson. He LOVES this ukulele that Adam brought back for him from Mexico. He stands on the kids table outside and makes up songs and has the cutest little moves you have ever seen! 
Owen is always picking wild flowers (or weeds) and giving them to me. So sweet. 
Today he picked one and gave it to Dad to hold for me. I thought this was a cute picture : ) 
Three is a pretty funny age I must say. Owen always has something to say about everything. He can't wait to grow up. It's sad really. He asks me every day, "Mom, am I a grown up yet?" I know that one day before I know it, I will have to reply "yes." Boo hooo. For now, I answer him with a "no, not yet. Just enjoy being a kid right now." He thinks that grown ups have more fun. I tell him that grown ups have to work and don't get to play as much as he does. He says, "Daddy's work is fun!" (It's fun for him because he gets what he wants when we walk in). 
Speaking of Daddy, Owen asks for margaritas ALL the time now. Adam makes them for Owen with fresh lime juice, water and agave nectar. Basically limeade. In fact, yesterday we went to Endless Summer for dinner while Adam was working. Owen decided to yell across the restaurant/ bar "Hey Dad! Get me another margarita!!! Please." Good thing Child Protective Services were not hanging out the same night! At dinner when he wants something to drink, we say, "would you like water or milk?" He says "how 'bout beer or wine?" We are in trouble!
Owen is a hard worker at home. He loves to do his own laundry. I am not kidding. He likes to "do it himself!" He will huff and puff and drag his big laundry basket out to the garage and load up the washer. We put in the soap and he pushes the buttons. He also folds (sort of) and puts them away! Lets hope he is this helpful as a teenager!
Today, he was trying to say, "I am so frustrated" But instead he said, "I am so frustrating!" My Mom looked at him and said "yes you are Owen." Ha ha ha!
He has become quite the artist these days. He loves to color and paint. He makes these cool tie dyed looking pictures with lots of color. I love them. I love him.
Here is our little Jack Johnson. He LOVES this ukulele that Adam brought back for him from Mexico. He stands on the kids table outside and makes up songs and has the cutest little moves you have ever seen! Owen is always picking wild flowers (or weeds) and giving them to me. So sweet. Today he picked one and gave it to Dad to hold for me. I thought this was a cute picture : ) Three is a pretty funny age I must say. Owen always has something to say about everything. He can't wait to grow up. It's sad really. He asks me every day, "Mom, am I a grown up yet?" I know that one day before I know it, I will have to reply "yes." Boo hooo. For now, I answer him with a "no, not yet. Just enjoy being a kid right now." He thinks that grown ups have more fun. I tell him that grown ups have to work and don't get to play as much as he does. He says, "Daddy's work is fun!" (It's fun for him because he gets what he wants when we walk in). Speaking of Daddy, Owen asks for margaritas ALL the time now. Adam makes them for Owen with fresh lime juice, water and agave nectar. Basically limeade. In fact, yesterday we went to Endless Summer for dinner while Adam was working. Owen decided to yell across the restaurant/ bar "Hey Dad! Get me another margarita!!! Please." Good thing Child Protective Services were not hanging out the same night! At dinner when he wants something to drink, we say, "would you like water or milk?" He says "how 'bout beer or wine?" We are in trouble!
Owen is a hard worker at home. He loves to do his own laundry. I am not kidding. He likes to "do it himself!" He will huff and puff and drag his big laundry basket out to the garage and load up the washer. We put in the soap and he pushes the buttons. He also folds (sort of) and puts them away! Lets hope he is this helpful as a teenager!
Today, he was trying to say, "I am so frustrated" But instead he said, "I am so frustrating!" My Mom looked at him and said "yes you are Owen." Ha ha ha!
This is his "I wanna make a funny face instead of giving Mom a nice smile" face.
His first year of Preschool is now coming to a close for summer. This is a mixed blessing. He loved it and enjoyed going, but the past few weeks he has started hanging out with the older boys who are starting kindergarten next year. To my dismay, Owen has picked up some potty language from these boys. He now says things like, "Mommy, you are a butt" or "Emily, you are poop." If he gets in trouble at home I hear him mutter under his breath, "Stupid Daddy" or "Stupid Mommy." This just lands him in more trouble.
He is has a major fascination and phobia of skunks for some reason. A good reason I guess. Who wants to be stuck outside with skunks (who do live in our yard, and in the yard in our last house)? He must ask us a minimum of 100 times a day, "Are the skunks out yet?" followed by, "are they going to spray me?" It's rather annoying answering this question all day long. We have taken advantage of this phobia and gotten some pretty good results. For example, if we need him to get inside the house, we just have to say that "the skunks are coming out" and he is in like a flash! It works for just about anything we need him to do, like brushing his teeth or cleaning his room and going to bed. A little fear never hurt anyone. Right? 
He is still eating non stop and burning up energy like wild fire. I just bought him some new shoes and I have to report that my little boy is wearing size 11/12 already!! The 10's were too small. He has some pretty big paws he has to grow into. Those feet do give him good balance though, I must say.
I have one big 3 1/2 year old. He is wearing size 5 and 6T shirts already. The 6 T is big on him, but still works. He is going to be a grown up before I know it!
His first year of Preschool is now coming to a close for summer. This is a mixed blessing. He loved it and enjoyed going, but the past few weeks he has started hanging out with the older boys who are starting kindergarten next year. To my dismay, Owen has picked up some potty language from these boys. He now says things like, "Mommy, you are a butt" or "Emily, you are poop." If he gets in trouble at home I hear him mutter under his breath, "Stupid Daddy" or "Stupid Mommy." This just lands him in more trouble.
He is has a major fascination and phobia of skunks for some reason. A good reason I guess. Who wants to be stuck outside with skunks (who do live in our yard, and in the yard in our last house)? He must ask us a minimum of 100 times a day, "Are the skunks out yet?" followed by, "are they going to spray me?" It's rather annoying answering this question all day long. We have taken advantage of this phobia and gotten some pretty good results. For example, if we need him to get inside the house, we just have to say that "the skunks are coming out" and he is in like a flash! It works for just about anything we need him to do, like brushing his teeth or cleaning his room and going to bed. A little fear never hurt anyone. Right? He is still eating non stop and burning up energy like wild fire. I just bought him some new shoes and I have to report that my little boy is wearing size 11/12 already!! The 10's were too small. He has some pretty big paws he has to grow into. Those feet do give him good balance though, I must say.
I have one big 3 1/2 year old. He is wearing size 5 and 6T shirts already. The 6 T is big on him, but still works. He is going to be a grown up before I know it!
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