just a couple

I keep FORGETTING all of these gems that Owen is cranking out lately.  I tend to not write *any* down because I can't remember *all* of them.  That's stupid.  So here's a couple from recently.

Owen's new adjectival phrase used frequently to describe things he finds especially exciting:  'big, giant, amazing.'
As in, 'Mommy, where are Daddy's big, giant, amazing earmuffs?'  'Mommy, those big, giant, amazing cookies are so yummy!'

Tonight at bedtime--
Mommy are you a husband?
No, Owen I'm a wife.  Only boys are husbands.  Daddy is a husband. 
I want to be a husband.
You can be a husband when you grow up and find a girl to marry!
Reuel:  Where are you going to find a nice girl to marry Owen?
Owen:  In the garage.
Reuel:  Really?  Where did you say you would look for a girl to marry?
Owen:  Yeah, I'll look in the garage.

After returning from a morning out with Grandpa:  'Mommy, Gwampa and I went on a...secret adventure! [jumping up as high as he can while telling me].  We ate lunch together and we went playing!!

Mommy, look how big my hands are!  They got bigger when I was sleeping!  And my arms and my toes and my tongue and my ears and my brain and my tummy and my legs did too!  Asher is still a little baby but I am BIG!

(Turn away, those of delicate sensibilities)
After a day playing out in the late winter (still cold, but not mind-numbingly so), Owen comes in with a drippy nose and arms outstretched in front of him.  I ask him what's wrong with his arms.
'Mommy, my sweatshirt needs to go in the washing machine.  My arms are all boogery.'

A brief Asher update
Asher has really ramped up the social interactivity lately.  As in, he does NOT want to be left alone.  I thought he was pretty differently temperamented than Owen (and he is still to some extent), but lately all the memories are flooding back...what a fusser!  It must be something about my mothering, hmpf.  These days he is happy on his own for 10 minutes, but then the fuss-fuss stops, and just ramps up to a cry if ignored.  If I keep him constantly engaged in something new that he's never seen before he can last longer, but that is just about as much work as picking him up and rescuing him.  So, he's wearing me out more than he did the first 6 months.  But, on the other side of the coin he is super-cute and what a smile and a belly laugh when we play with him!  I've started bathing the boys together thanks to the bath seat Lorin sent for Christmas for Asher, and they are absolutely adorable playing together...Asher just lights up when we go to the bathroom and I start the water.  He LOVES his food.  I don't think Owen ate as much baby food in his lifetime as Asher's eaten in a month.  If you sit him in his high chair before you have his bowl of food prepared, watch out, he will throw a baby tantrum until the first bite is in his mouth.  What's really hilarious is to watch him with his self-feeders (little mesh bags that you can put fresh foods in to let them chew on and not choke).  He starts crying when he sees that you're preparing one for him and acts like he's going to starve if it doesn't get into his mouth IMMEDIATELY!  And if he drops it?  Oh my, the world has come to and end....meltdown.  Methinks this fat infant might not slim down to the same degree his elder brother did ;)  In the vocal development arena, Asher is babbling up a storm and will sometimes mimic sounds I make.  I've started a few signs and he is very attentive to them!  I see him playing with opening and closing his fingers while he's watching and I could have sworn he was making one of the signs I've been doing...but nah, couldn't be.  Motor skills-wise, we're at a plateau.  He's been pushing up on hands and knees for a good, long time, but doesn't move much past that.  He spins in circles, ooches backwards, and if I leave the room, he can somehow manage to move most of the way across the room, but not with a formal crawl.  I think that may be some of the fussiness right now...has the mental capacity to know he wants to MOVE, but hasn't yet gotten ambitious enough to figure out how, just fusses til someone does it for him!  Right now, Asher's sleeping ~5:30pm til 6am (one nursing between 2 and 4am), and two 1 to 1.5hr naps, 9am and 12:45pm usually.  His naps still don't seem like enough to get him through the day quite often, but it's the best we manage to do!