Saturday morning-
I got Owen out of bed so Reuel could have a sleep-in, and we went to Dunkin Donuts for breakfast. Owen excitedly narrated everything he observed while we shared a sausage egg and cheese croissant--cars pulling in and out, pointing out men with beards or big boots (beards are really fascinating right now), etc. At one point I said, 'Owen, I see a brown car that just pulled up. Can you see it?' and Owen replied as if it were the most normal thing in the world for a 2 year old to say, 'Gray, actually.'

Little man now has taken to tagging the ends of many statements with his name. For instance-
When checking out something new, he often says, 'What's this, Owen?'
After falling down, 'Take a tumble, Owen!'
Upon leaving church today, 'Go park now, Owen?'

Speaking of church, Owen adjusted to the 2-3yr nursery almost seamlessly. That was a shocker. Last week (his first week in the new room) I stayed with him, since we arrived really late (the city was completely blocked off to traffic for some big event). He was awful. He didn't share, he had no idea what it meant to sit still for a story or song (the previous nursery is just free playing), and he was the tyrant we often worry over. This week, I begged them to page me if he was too much trouble to keep up with, and of course he was a perfect gentleman, sat down right away for the story, and made me look like a worry wart. I think he just does better when I'm not around now...fine with me!

I don't think I've ever recorded that eating enjoyable foods is almost always accompanied by loud humming. Today Owen got the mother of all treats...Cheetos...in the car on the way home for a nap. There was a distinctive drone accompanying the crunching for the 5 mile trip home it took him to finish them.

Household tasks are becoming increasingly difficult. Owen will NOT submit to taking turns doing things like vacuuming, drilling, hammering or sweeping. I have to full-out arm wrestle him for control of any tool. It sounds cute, but it can be frustrating. OWEN DO IT!!!! Whine, whine, whine! Sometimes I really do need to do something! It's interesting, because if there is a reason why he can't do something involving danger, he is very respectful of the rules. He knows there are 'mommy and daddy jobs' and won't fight over those. But when it's something he knows he's been allowed to do before, he does not go down without a fight. Today I actually was able to vacuum upstairs because he was willing to vacuum with the dustbuster while I used the big one. For a while.