Tuesday Owenisms 14

I learned over this past holiday break that my brilliant son Turner has an ear for lyrics like his father. In other words, not so swell.

He let me know, while we were YouTubing songs, that he always thought the song Karma Chameleon was "Come On Chameleon", as in....a person who had a pet chameleon and was beckoning the creature toward him.

Oh my.

In other news, he also thought the "Royals" song by Lorde was saying "ahoooo" over and over, like a wolf, when she was actually singing "I rule, I rule, I rule".

HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVE, EVERYONE!

Monday Mumbles 29

1. Holy holiday cleaning, I've heaped 8 bags of trash into my garage. It's a conglomeration of old toys, opened package/cardboard, random trash-able items from places like a bookshelf, and actual every day trash. Feels so good.

2. I've found a new musical love. Passenger. Here's a link to the song that I first loved, and two others that I really love as well. Song One. Song Two. Song Three. Okay I lied. There's a fourth. Song Four.

3. It's quite possible I'm really behind on loving these guys. I'm clearly aware that I am old and out of touch.

4. Owen had a successful Sunday afternoon. Two sharts that resulted in underpants changing. What an excellent end to the weekend.

5. Speaking of music, I am an admitted fan of Wrecking Ball, the Miley Cyrus song. I can't help myself. It's passionate. And the girl can sing.

6. Hubs and I were not supposed to get each other gifts. Guess who held up to their end of the deal? Yeah. Just me. So I had things to open and he did not. I felt like a jackass, but he's done this for the past few years now. He gets on my damn nerves.

7. I'm already sick of winter. Anyone else with me? It's not even January and how many days have been down into the 20s and 30s? Feels abnormally cold this year.

8. Did I mention I was rear-ended in stop and go rush hour traffic? I was. Here's my poor baby.

This has put me out of her for nearly two weeks while she gets repaired. And what kind of rental was a rewarded with? Oh yeah. The minivan. In case you're wondering, YES I am one of those people who can't stand the idea of being caught actually driving a minivan. I don't know why and everything logical tells me I shouldn't care and it's actually a great choice of transport. In fact, driving the one I'm renting for over a week has proven that it would be GREAT for our family and all the crap we haul around. But...I still can't think I'll seriously consider purchasing one, when it's time to get a new vehicle. This fact about myself makes me sad.

9. The kids received Despicable Me for Christmas. We had never seen it and have watched it 3 times in as many days. Very cute movie.

10. The highlight of the gift giving, however, is mine. The best gift award goes to my brother Jimmy. He gave me what I've been needing desperately - my Patrick Swayze fix. Dirty Dancing and Road House. Love him. (brother...Swayze...whatever. LOVE.)

Tuesday Owenisms 13

Monday morning, our family was at home. We had just come off a very long weekend of three Christmas celebrations and a wedding. Dad was relaxing in the back room, Evelyn had just woken up from her nap. Turner was busy playing with his neighborhood friend while Owen twiddled around, slowing down with every step.

He finally hit the wall. You know the wall. The one that suggests that every possible activity is utterly boring. The one that magnifies every teardrop and complaint. The wall that must be broken.

I broke it.

Mom:  Owen, I think it's time to take a break. Let's go relax for a minute.

Owen:  (sobbing)  Nooooo! I don't need a nap!!!

Mom:  (picking Owen up baby cradling style)  Sweetie, let's just go back to the bed and lie down for fifteen minutes. Let's just rest your body. I didn't say anything about a nap.

Owen:  (still sobbing)  Mooooooom. I don't wanna take a nap.

Mom:  (lying him down in the bed and covering him up without a tussle)  It'll be okay, Bubs. Just stay here for fifteen minutes and then you can come back out, refreshed. You'll feel much better.

Owen:  (tears rolling onto the pillow now)  But you won't come back in fifteen minutes! You're going to leave me here until I fall asleeeeeeeeeep!

He was spot on.

And it worked. 

Monday Mumbles 28

1. I know it's been awhile. I think I just wanted your thoughts to ruminate in Owen's badness so that I could regale you in his goodness.

2. So, yeah................

3. Truthfully, he is so thoughtless and thoughtful all rolled into one bundle of all boy joy. I don't get it, but maybe in time I will.

4. We just celebrated Christmas gift exchanges at my Dad's, my Mom's, and my mother's family this past weekend. With Jim and Rachel moving FURTHER away, we allowed our holiday schedule to coordinate with what they could do. They kids were great, all in all, and I'm feeling less worn down by it than in past years.

5. I am staring at a living room full of new toy joys, however, and trying to figure out where they'll end up. It's nice that I have tomorrow and Tuesday off before we celebrate our Christmas here at home.

6. Oh, did I mention we threw in a wedding that Hubs was in as well? He was busy doing rehearsal things Friday afternoon and I met him for some rehearsal dinner and socializing that evening. Saturday he was busy doing wedding things and the kids and I joined him for wedding socializing that evening for a bit.

7. Snow. It came this weekend as well, while we were holed up in Lawrence, an hour from home. We stayed down there Friday and Saturday night, and the snow came Saturday while we were prepping for and then AT the wedding. Snow. Ugh.

8. I was reminded in a Christmas card about what my dear friend said once about snow. It's just little pieces of love. Indeed. If that's what love was, I'd be throwing it out and at someone else too. Gross.

9. Finally, I will begin the Hunger Games series. I know, I know. I received book one for Christmas though, so away we will go. Once I finish book five of the Game of Thrones. Ha!

10. Have I ever told you that Turner calls me Mama? Still? I love it. I hope he never stops.

Tuesday Owenisms 12

Owen had an unusually ornery day on Sunday. At dinner time, I'd had enough and I simply asked him,

"Owen, what's WRONG with you?"

The question came with a great big sigh, covered in fatigue. His response was simply,

"I'm just BAD."

There you have it. Honesty. Self-awareness. Simplicity. Just the way I like it.