Archive for the ‘Owen’ Category

Way out west 

Last Saturday morning, we boarded a flight west–Owen’s first to remember, most likely. 


We connected through Vegas, promptly lost $40, then landed in Portland. 


By the time we hit the Pacific Coast Highway, we’d been at it for 12 hours already. The kids were troopers (and even Bryan hung in there). 

Another four hours on the road landed us at Seal Rock–straight west of Corvallis, right on the ocean. 

It was clear but cold our first night. In the week we were there, we didn’t have a better sunset!

Reunited 

A little bit of Minnesota love 

Smith family road trip 

And, four. 

Somehow, Owen is four. I know–I don’t understand it either, because it seems impossible for time to pass this quickly (and, honestly, it’s a bit cruel). 

We celebrated with a Star Wars party–my first liscensed character party after successfully negotiating otherwise exactly 22 times. (Owen has yet to see Star Wars, but that doesn’t bother him in the least). 

This baby of mine is sweet and funny, spirited and stubborn. He breaks my heart a million times a week with his innocent questions and unrelenting love. He’s easy to adore–it helps that our patience seems to grow exponentially with every passing year. 

He is kind and affectionate, but also boisterous and impatient. He loves “the sisters” and August, and he would follow Bryan to the ends of the earth. It is truly impossible to imagine what our family would be like without him–to imagine what I would be like without him.

I love this kid. 



Overheard 

Me: “Owen, were you a good listener at school today?”

Owen: “I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

Gramma’s house

We spent Memorial Day weekend at my mom’s, and the kids had a great time fishing with their dad and Papa Best.

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August fix 

Nine months old, God knows how many pounds, and still pretty darn cute. 

Overheard: All Owen

To Uncle Tom, regarding his camera: “Can I push the cheese button?”

To his new friend, by way of introduction to me: “This is my grown up.”

As we sang the Husker fight song while crossing back into Kansas: “Are we going to another ‘Braska?”

To Bryan, as he held Ryan: “Would you like to hold my cousin next?”

Puppy tricks

August can now lock us out of the house by sliding the floor latch on the sliding glass door. It’s not my favorite trick…

Aside from chewing up expensive things, he’s really settling down. Three walks a day help. He’s also been going to daycare two afternoons a week, which sounds ridiculous, but it really wears him out. A tired pup is a sweet pup. 

He’s still at least 40 percent maniac, but as he gets older, is personality is starting to show. He greets me by standing on his hind legs and putting his paws on my shoulders. Puppy hugs! And he loves Owen almost as much as Owen loves him. (Thankfully, he doesn’t try to hug the three year old.)