Ethan loves the camera and loves to take pictures. He even got his very own camera from Santa. But because of that, sometimes I get some gems like this one. :) And while I'm at it, here's a little about Owen, because I don't want to forget.
Owen. Owen. We adore Owen so very much. He is so fun, so funny, so helpful, so sweet. He makes me laugh out loud all the time. He says the funniest things and has the funniest expressions. He is so good at entertaining himself. He loves legos (Duplo size) and will build and play for hours with them. He is particular about his clothes more than my other boys have been. Notice he is wearing a pumpkin shirt in front of the Christmas tree? It is one of his favorites. He is pretty insistent about picking out his own shirts. He is the king of treasures and always has some kind of container full of an assortment of toys he has gathered. He uses old wipes containers, show boxes, a Christmas box, and his shopping cart is his ultimate treasure carrier. He takes occasional naps, but when he doesn't nap, it's because he plays in his room for two hours instead. He will literally stay in there and not come out for at least an hour and a half. Sometimes I just stand and peek through his crack in the door and watch him play. It entrances me. When he does take a nap or goes to bed, I always sing him a song, and the latest is one he calls "stegosaurus," which I made up and he has now learned nearly all the words. He cracks me up. He loves his "guys", which include Mike Wazowski, "Kebin" his one-eyed minion, smurfs, and other figures that rotate through his treasures. He calls Monsters University "Monsters Inc-versity" no matter how many times I correct him. He also asks me to "konk" his nerf gun, no matter how many times I repeat "cock." He loves to sing and go to nursery, and is the best singer in there! He loves puzzles and is extremely good at them. He also loves to do them with Grandpa. He loves to go places, and is really fun company. Jake LOVES taking Owen on errands! He loves his brothers, but also loves the occasional mornings when he has the house to himself and can play without anyone bugging him.
He is my easiest child and my hardest child all at the same time.
He requires all the patience I can muster when he insists on doing things by himself, and his way. On Sunday I was trying to hurry him to get dressed and when we were halfway done, I helped him get his arm in his shirt and he insisted on starting ALL over! Ugh! That's Owen. I have learned just to let him do it his way the first time, it will be much faster in the end. He is so loud. So extremely loud. He has been this way ever since he could make a sound. And he truly only has one volume: LOUD. He has meltdowns that are out of this world, way worse that my others ever had. And if he wakes up before his is ready, watch out. He will scream at me for half an hour or more. He screams if I come in his room, he screams if I leave. He screams if I sit in his chair, or if I lay on the floor. He won't let me touch him or hold him, and he will even start kicking or hitting me. I never know what he wants and can never understand him. I usually just leave him in his room to scream, but sometimes he will follow me around the house screaming. He will just scream and scream until finally he's either had enough screaming or I said something that triggered his interested and distracted him from his melt down. Like flipping a switch. I haven't figured out any one thing that works yet. But when he finally calms down, he's back to his cute, sweet Owen, and it's impossible not to instantly love him and forget about the melt down.
My dear Owen,
Don't ever lose your excitement and enthusiasm for life. You are so much fun to be with. I wouldn't trade you for the world! How lucky I am to be your Mommy!
Love, Mommy
And while I'm talking about Owen, here are two pictures he colored. I love how he colors at this age! One color, every inch of the picture must be covered.
