In the six years Nate and I have lived here in Atlanta, it has snowed a grand total of 3 times. This Sunday was the 3rd, and the most snow we’ve seen here (3 inches!). Owen immediately asked me where his snow pants were (ummmm....) and within 10 minutes of it starting to snow, Owen asked if we could:
1. build a snowman
2. throw snowballs
3. go sledding
4. make snow angels
We had to be a little bit patient, but we did go outside and throw snowballs and build a micro snowman (we don’t own any sleds, naturally).
We had a great time!
Another nice thing about a snow day ...is snuggling. And Olivia is great at that. She and I bundled up on the couch (our electricity went out for about an hour) with blankets. Owen was unaffected by the cold, and wanted to wear his new favorite outfit (underwear only...sometimes a shirt too) and go chugging. I love that he lays down and watches his trains go by.
Monday, March 2, 2009
A Good Day
Last week we had one of those days that you know is a gift. I don’t know why (and wish I could figure out how to replicate it) but everyone was in a good mood, got a good night’s sleep, took naps, played fair, was patient (that’s me...), and had a fun day.
The day started by us hosting our preschool group. I found all the children to be particularly cute and fun that day and we had a great time talking about the letter V. Owen has this little joke that makes Nate and I laugh. Over Christmas, he picked up a Christmas card someone had sent to us and pretended to read it, saying, “Dear Christmas tree, I love you soooooo much!” That made us laugh hard, so now he says it anytime he wants to get a good laugh out of us. He was in a giddy mood, having everyone at his house for preschool and decided to elevate the fun in the room even more with his little joke. I could see in his little mind him thinking, “they are going to LOVE this”. They, naturally, didn’t get the joke, but he still laughed his cute little giddy laugh. That made me giggle...it still does just writing this down.
The kids napped in shifts that day, which was nice because I was able to spend time playing with both of them individually. Olivia is really developing her little personality. She is really a sweet and pleasant little thing, unless of course you are eating something she wants to try, or you wrong her in some way and then she will let you know in no uncertain terms. It is really fun to watch her play with Owen. When he woke up we played in the playroom together and I just sat there watching them giggle.
Olivia needed a nap, so we put her down and Owen and I headed out to the back yard to play baseball. Today I taught him how to run all the bases. We set them up and every time he hit the ball was a home run! The crowd went WILD. (Insert Billy’s crowd going wild cheer here). I am not the best pitcher, so every time I threw poorly I would say, “oops, bad throw.” After a few times saying that, Owen would say “bad throw, mom” every time he missed the ball.
After sufficiently wearing him out playing outside we went to make cookies and get dinner ready for the missionaries. He loves to help me in the kitchen. I cannot tell you how many times a day I get a red bar stool (pictured above) crammed in between me and whatever I happen to be doing. I am constantly in the way. At least he says “excuse me, mom” when he comes up trying to wedge himself between me and the apple I am slicing (for him).
When Olivia woke up we took a walk around our little neighborhood with our little red wagon. Olivia LOVED it. She really likes being outside. I walked backwards half the time, not just because it was a good work out for my rear end, but I kept looking at my cute kids together in the wagon.
We have recently potty-trained Owen, and that night at dinner, with a worried look in his eye he told me he needed to go to the bathroom. That worried look means he needs to go the dreaded number 2...he often asks for a pull-up, which is my first clue. I coached him through it (like any good mom does...because that is the job) and he came back to the table shouting his accomplishment from the rooftops (sorry elders...).
After the bedtime routine Nate and I snuggled on the couch together. Like I said, it was a very good day. And I write about it, not to paint a picture that everyday is like this, but because these are the kind of days I want to remember the most.
The day started by us hosting our preschool group. I found all the children to be particularly cute and fun that day and we had a great time talking about the letter V. Owen has this little joke that makes Nate and I laugh. Over Christmas, he picked up a Christmas card someone had sent to us and pretended to read it, saying, “Dear Christmas tree, I love you soooooo much!” That made us laugh hard, so now he says it anytime he wants to get a good laugh out of us. He was in a giddy mood, having everyone at his house for preschool and decided to elevate the fun in the room even more with his little joke. I could see in his little mind him thinking, “they are going to LOVE this”. They, naturally, didn’t get the joke, but he still laughed his cute little giddy laugh. That made me giggle...it still does just writing this down.
The kids napped in shifts that day, which was nice because I was able to spend time playing with both of them individually. Olivia is really developing her little personality. She is really a sweet and pleasant little thing, unless of course you are eating something she wants to try, or you wrong her in some way and then she will let you know in no uncertain terms. It is really fun to watch her play with Owen. When he woke up we played in the playroom together and I just sat there watching them giggle.
Olivia needed a nap, so we put her down and Owen and I headed out to the back yard to play baseball. Today I taught him how to run all the bases. We set them up and every time he hit the ball was a home run! The crowd went WILD. (Insert Billy’s crowd going wild cheer here). I am not the best pitcher, so every time I threw poorly I would say, “oops, bad throw.” After a few times saying that, Owen would say “bad throw, mom” every time he missed the ball.
After sufficiently wearing him out playing outside we went to make cookies and get dinner ready for the missionaries. He loves to help me in the kitchen. I cannot tell you how many times a day I get a red bar stool (pictured above) crammed in between me and whatever I happen to be doing. I am constantly in the way. At least he says “excuse me, mom” when he comes up trying to wedge himself between me and the apple I am slicing (for him).
When Olivia woke up we took a walk around our little neighborhood with our little red wagon. Olivia LOVED it. She really likes being outside. I walked backwards half the time, not just because it was a good work out for my rear end, but I kept looking at my cute kids together in the wagon.
We have recently potty-trained Owen, and that night at dinner, with a worried look in his eye he told me he needed to go to the bathroom. That worried look means he needs to go the dreaded number 2...he often asks for a pull-up, which is my first clue. I coached him through it (like any good mom does...because that is the job) and he came back to the table shouting his accomplishment from the rooftops (sorry elders...).
After the bedtime routine Nate and I snuggled on the couch together. Like I said, it was a very good day. And I write about it, not to paint a picture that everyday is like this, but because these are the kind of days I want to remember the most.
Torpedo Hands
This picture makes me smile. I just love it! I can’t stop giggling when I see my little man in his goggles. Owen started swimming lessons a few weeks ago and he is really enjoying it. Guess where I found my camera? In the swim bag. I put it there to remember to take pictures at swim class. And that is just what I did at his last lesson. I love watching him during his lessons. He was really nervous about it at first, but now he really loves it and gets such a sense of accomplishment from it. He can blow bubbles in the water, dunk himself (!) all the way under the water (while blowing bubbles), swim a short distance to his teacher, and will now let his teacher show him how to do the back float (that has been a deal breaker the past few lessons). We are loving it.
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