14 Jun
You know how hard it is to wake up, especially when you’re exhausted and feel as though you haven’t slept at all? You roll over with no hope for even another minute—reality has set in. It’s morning.
And then, you remember there’s such a thing as coffee. You’re overcome with love and warmth, remembering the joy it brings to you. In mere moments, it will be yours, and all will be right in this bright little world.
That feeling—that is how Owen feels about the blender.
10 Jun
It has rained and rained and rained here—nearly four inches in less than 24 hours. The girls are at Girl Scout camp this week, trudging around in galoshes and ponchos. Owen doesn’t need either…
28 May
Nearly every time he sees Bryan: “Hi, buddy!”
During thunderstorms (which prompt tight snuggles): “Noise! Outside! Rain!”
Counting: “One, free, free, five, free, free, one.”
In response to hearing his name called (and this is definitely the fault of his sisters): “WHAT?”
When he wants to see a photo we just took of him: “Where cheese?”
While heading toward you with a chair that will allow him access to something he’s not supposed to have: “E’cuse me, peas!”
When requesting a banana (or two) in the morning: “Mah-nah-min-na, mah-nah-min-na.”
At least three times a day: “I poop.” (Standard response: “Great! Go find Daddy!”)
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