If only it were so easy

I must admit, I love the way kid's brains work sometimes. Today Owen was sitting on the toilet, trying to do his business, when he says, "Mama, its not coming. I need help. You push down on my head."

What cleaver thinking. If only everything was that simple and intuitive.

Potty Party at Pizza Papa's

Today is a very BIG day! Finally, after what feels like months, Owen POOPed on the potty! He has had going Number 1 on the potty down for a while. But for some reason he was afraid to go poo on the potty. He always said "There is a spider in there that is going to bite me." Don't know where he got that from.

I have tried every thing to get this kid to do his business on the toilet. Finally, I told him that once he goes poopy on the potty, we will have a party at Papa's Pizza Place (my In-Laws own Pier 49 Pizza here in Cache Valley). That was great incentive, and he has been trying really hard for the past week, and today, he finally did it! He woke up from his nap and said that he had to go. So we ran to the bathroom, he sat down and promptly stood up, saying, "No the spider will bite me."

We played this game for the next hour. We even called his Daddy to see if Tom could talk him through it. Finally, I said, "Owen, I need to make dinner, so I am going to leave you pants off, if you need to go, then run to the potty." Not five minutes later, I hear Owen calling form the bathroom, "Mama! I did it!!!"

I ran to the bathroom, and sure enough, SUCCESS!

I asked him if he thought we could do that again, and he said "Yeah! No spider bit my bummy."

So tonight, we are having a Potty Party at Pizza Papa's. Hooray!

Sleeping Under the Stars

Bed time has always been a struggle with Owen. He refuses to got to bed by him self, and insists that either Tom or I stay with him until he falls asleep. Needless to say, we are rather sick of this game, so we though up a scheme to teach Owen how to fall asleep by himself. Every night before he goes to be we put a glow in the dar star up on his ceiling, if he cries, or gets out of his bed, we take it down. It took a couple of nights of loosing his one and only star before he figured it, out, but now he has a pretty good collection of stars on his ceiling. He was really proud to show them off to me the other day. This was his explanation of them:

"Mommy, these are my starts! I go to sleep by my selfs, and I get them, 2-4-5 of them!"

We are Going Home!

First off, let me point out that todays day is 8-9-10. Cool, ehh? Now on to my story...

For a couple of months now, Owen will periodically say something about how he wants to go home. Usually this is when we are in our house, so we tell him that all ready are home. A couple of weeks ago, when he said that he wanted to go home, I asked him if he meant Portland? He just looked at me like, "I have know idea what you mean."

Our friend, Jenn, is getting married this week, and we are going back to Portland for the wedding. I was telling Owen that we were going to visit Aphia (Jenn's daughter) at the end of the week, and he got so excited, and exclaims, "And Emma? And Jarom? Oh Mama! We are going home!!!"

Holy Cow, he was so excited. I started to cry, because realised how much he has missed Portland.

I am so excited for our little trip. I am surprised at how much I miss Portland, becasue I miss it A TON. I have some great friends, and found memories there. Don't get me wrong, I am glad to be in Cache Valley, but I will forever love Portland.

I can't wait to get to go back. Just a few more sort days.

Breakfast Help

This morning I woke up to the sound of pots and pans banging. Tom had already left for work, so I knew that Owen was up to no good. I got up and went to the kitchen to ask him what he was doing. And he says, "Hi Mama! I wanna make breakfast."

"You do? What do you want to make?

He had pulled out a sauce pan, and a miniature Jo!e Egg frying pan, which looks like this:

And he explains that he wants to "cook eggs and cer-we-ou."

"You want to make eggs and oatmeal?"

"We mama!" with a huge nod.

So, I pulled out the foot stool, and Owen stood at the stove, very excited to help make breakfast. He stirred the oatmeal, even flipped the egg, and even added the raisins to the oatmeal (he learned quickly that it is best to drop the raisins in, and not place them in: oatmeal is HOT). He especially liked the salt and pepper shaker; breakfast was VERY seasoned. Mmmm, delicious.

Holy Cow, I don't think I have ever seen that boy so excited to eat, and the best thing is that he ate his entire breakfast! Wow, I think I will have him help with dinner from now on if he eat everything he makes that well. I love having a little helper!

What Cute Kids!

One of my close family friends is a very gifted photographer. Yesterday she was so sweet and took pictures of my sister's new baby and 2 year-old, and my boys. look at this cute slide show she put together.

Click Here: Charisalie

Thanks Danette!

Tempo!!!

Last night we had are first successful Family Home Evening. Tom gave a little lesson about the Temple. After the lesson, we said a closing prayer, and asked Owen if he would like some Ice Cream for dessert. To our surprise he said, "No!" Then he went and picked up his coats and said, "Tempo, lets go!" Tom asked him,, "Owen, would you like to go and look at the temple right now?"

"Yea."

So we piled in the car and and drove to look at the temple. Every time he caught of glimpse of it, he would get so excited and say, "Look! Tempo!"

I love it! Tom and I could not stop smiling.