Sitting otherwise silently in the backseat strapped into his carseat, gazing out the window, holding onto his cup of ice cream (bought for him because he kept his Bob the Builder's dry on his first trip away from home in them):
"I do SO love ice cream."
Last night as we rocked and chatted at bedtime:
Me: Owen, you were a good big brother today. You treated Asher very nicely and were a good helper. Asher loves to watch you and learn from you. You have an important job being a big brother!
Owen: Mommy I want there to be another Asher in your tummy.
Me: Asher's too big to go back there!
Owen: There can be another baby not with Asher's name.
Me: Oh, aNOTHER baby?
Owen: yep. Your tummy can be BIIIG again!
Me: Well, not right now. Did you know there used to be a baby in my tummy named Owen?
Owen: Yep, and I swimmed and swimmed and swimmed around in there! And then it was my birthday. You get wheelbarrows on your birthday.
Talking to himself in the crib as I type:
"Let's go outside.
We can make a snowman togedder Daddy!
Wow look at dat snow man you made!
Wow!
Dat is a big, big snowman!"
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
2 comments:
Oh, too cute! What great Owenisms. lsm
If this were Facebook, I would hit the "Like" button. :)
Post a Comment