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More Owen News

Yesterday Erin posted about Owen's love of Cocko hoggogs. Today I'll just put together a quick list of what's up with Owen these days. This should be useful for family members planning to visit this holiday season. Because you gotta know the lingo around here.
  1. Owen doesn't play Daddy Run anymore. The new game is Daddy Run Really Fast. This involves me sprinting ahead of him through the house and hiding behind something like a couch. Owen then comes in a few seconds later and I jump out an scare him. Hilarity ensues. Good exercise for Daddy.
  2. What used to be "Cee-we-o Nweok" (Cereal and milk) has now matured into "Owen need Chex." He has now established brand loyalty and recognized the power of the word "need" as opposed to "want." Owen has needs. His needs are Chex-related.
  3. Owen also still needs DDD. "Owen, watch, DDD Ehmo?!" Some things never change. He is currently way into Elmo's Wild-Wild West. Even though Daddy has the hots for Miss Noodle, Mommy and Daddy prefer the much shorter and more educational Sesame Street 1-2-3 Count With Me or ABC's. His latest struggle is learning how to ask for volume adjustments like a nice, sane person. He currently requests for more volume by screaming "Daddy. TURN. UP!" Mommy has informed him that this is not acceptable. Daddy's feelings get hurt.
  4. Owen can now count to 20 and sing his ABC's. He can also count discrete objects (one, two, fie, fee, fie! Yay!). I've contacted Mensa.
  5. "Owen watch p'ay game." This means he would like to play the Fisher Price Online Games for Toddlers. There are four games that he likes to play:
    1. Ammimals (ABC's with the animals)
    2. Pink Hat (Counting hockey goals with the pink-clad penguin)
    3. White Hat (Counting football field goals with a dog)
    4. Foot Ball (Counting soccer goals with a cat. Owen is very European with his use of "football" for "soccer." He'll learn better one day.)
  6. He's very obedient when instructions are given in list form. For instance, we went to Best Buy the other day and Mommy told him, "Number 1: No running. Number 2: When it's time to go, it's time to go." Throughout the shopping trip he kept repeating, "Numbah Wah: No running. Numbah Two: Time go, time go!" There was minimal running (he cleverly galloped when he needed to move fast), and no tantrum when we had to leave. Viola!
  7. He's dealing with post-baba living very well. Night-night is extremely smooth. Nap-times are harder. But I told him yesterday, "Number 1: Go to sleep. Number 2: No screaming, no kicking the door." It worked today. He only cried for about 5 minutes.

Comments

mama mia said…
You guys are the best at setting limits with your two year old! I love hearing about your adventures in parenting. Clever....the numbered list! How did you two get so smart?
Anonymous said…
This is awesome...it's like "The Field Guide to Owen"

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