December 4, 2011

Now I just feel cheap

Owen was so sweet last night. We were at a Christmas party, and after the gift exchange, he stuck the bow from his present on my boob and said "Mama, you're my gift!"

Awwww!

This morning, I realized that he probably got that line from the Maxwell House Christmas commercial. Whatever, he used it appropriately and in a heart-melting way.

And I felt special.

Until he chased the cat around with the bow this morning and used the same line on her.

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March 29, 2011

He's already slipping away from me

"Who's Mama's sweet boy?"

"Me. But I'm also Daddy's golfing boy."

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November 9, 2010

5.9: Already running out of words

So I'll use some of Owen's.

I jotted a few Owenisms down a while ago, and never managed to copy them to something with a date attached. I'm sad to say, I haven't heard any of these words or phrases recently enough to remember.

"Hippopostomus," as in But not the Hippopostomus by Sandra Boynton.

"Armdildo," from the same piece of literature.

In the course of normal conversation, Owen was regularly throwing out bits that he must have gotten from his sisters, since the word "crap" doesn't appear in any of them. Proof that no one ever listens to me.

They aren't particularly funny in a tween, but rather hilarious from a two year old.

"Holy moly!"
"Not fair!"
"Oh, maaan!"

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June 16, 2010

Royalty that will keep you dry

"Cinbrella" aka Princess aka Queen aka Cinderella

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