9.24.2008
9.23.2008
Katie-Cat ... Meow!
Leave it to Owen. This morning he dubbed Kate "Katie-Cat." (You know, like Kitty Cat?!) Oh, brother.
Other nicknames (mostly mine for Kate) that have come out: Katarina and Katie-Kate-Kate.
Note: It's interesting. We are discouraging the name Katie. We prefer that she be Katelyn or Kate. BUT I am not about to tell Owen, who is the only one in our household who calls her Katie, that he can not. It's simply too cute. There a grandma and grandpa (or two) that also fall into "Katie" and we've quit correcting them too. (You guys know who you are!) ; )
Other nicknames (mostly mine for Kate) that have come out: Katarina and Katie-Kate-Kate.
Note: It's interesting. We are discouraging the name Katie. We prefer that she be Katelyn or Kate. BUT I am not about to tell Owen, who is the only one in our household who calls her Katie, that he can not. It's simply too cute. There a grandma and grandpa (or two) that also fall into "Katie" and we've quit correcting them too. (You guys know who you are!) ; )
9.22.2008
What's Kate up to?
Kate is:
Finding Her Feet
Gnawing on Toast
Finding Her Feet
Gnawing on Toast
Trying Rice Cereal
And Spitting It Out
Playing in The Exersaucer - Perhaps her Favorite Place
Enjoying Her Brothers
*Besides Kate, Baby Kate, and Katelyn, Owen has begun calling her "My Katie." Collin loves to give her "hand hugs" and pinch cheeks, or as he's named them, her "Sweet Cheeks" and "Chocolate Cheeks."Contemplating Eating Solids
But Not Really Liking It!
... Unless Feeding Herself
Developing Skill 9.2.08
And Getting Up on All Fours 9.22.08
A Precious Little Girl
9.18.2008
Owen Tidbits
Getting Owen's attention these days is a laugh and a half because he always second guesses ...
Me: Hey, Owen -
Owen: Me?!
I bite my tongue, but on the tip of it is: "Yeah, you! Do you even know another Owen, let alone live with one?!" I love that he's so genuinely surprised each time we address him!
Owen will one day win a drinking contest. The boy can drink a cup of milk in no time flat. And when he's done, he'll slam the cup down and proclaim: "I beat ya!" - even if you weren't even drinking. : ) But seriously. He's fast. And I thought Collin was quick! Those two will out drink anyone in a milk-drinking dual!
When Owen is hurt, he will cry "I want my mommy/daddy" and only half of the time actually come to us ... the other half of the time, he'll cry and pass right by us to keep playing. We're left looking after him, saying, "I'm right here. Owen?"
Owen still doesn't know how to use his bicycle brakes ... he just rides really slow.
Owen can run, pushing his little truck, faster than any kid I've ever seen. He looks like he'll fall all over himself and come up scraped, bloody, and bruised. But he never has.
Owen disregards the rain and cold. He'll play outside, in the rain, without shoes or a shirt, grinning from ear to ear. He loves it! Then we he does duck for cover, he'll look down and realize: "I'm soaking wet!"
Owen sleeps with a stuffed dog: "Doggie."
Owen can hit a golf ball or a soft ball, throw a frisbee, shoot a basketball, volley a birdie, dropkick a ball, toss a football, and kick a soccer ball -- all on target. And he loves it. And he practices - over and over and over, every day.
Owen can bust a move, knows all the words to every song on the Cars soundtrack, and spreads infectious joy with every smile.
Owen will only sleep in shorts. He does not like long sleeves.
Owen has no concept of tissues. I've given him a zillion.
Owen says of nearly everything: "That's silly!" (Sometimes it's: "That's silly?!)
Owen hates haircuts, but looks awesome with shaggy, longish hair so it's ok. He's not particularly fond of the dentist either.
Owen says "ok" and "thank you" and "thanks" often. He repeats everything.
Owen doesn't like chocolate milk. Owen will do anything for his brother (if his brother uses nice words).
Owen is loved by all, but most especially by us.
Me: Hey, Owen -
Owen: Me?!
I bite my tongue, but on the tip of it is: "Yeah, you! Do you even know another Owen, let alone live with one?!" I love that he's so genuinely surprised each time we address him!
Owen will one day win a drinking contest. The boy can drink a cup of milk in no time flat. And when he's done, he'll slam the cup down and proclaim: "I beat ya!" - even if you weren't even drinking. : ) But seriously. He's fast. And I thought Collin was quick! Those two will out drink anyone in a milk-drinking dual!
When Owen is hurt, he will cry "I want my mommy/daddy" and only half of the time actually come to us ... the other half of the time, he'll cry and pass right by us to keep playing. We're left looking after him, saying, "I'm right here. Owen?"
Owen still doesn't know how to use his bicycle brakes ... he just rides really slow.
Owen can run, pushing his little truck, faster than any kid I've ever seen. He looks like he'll fall all over himself and come up scraped, bloody, and bruised. But he never has.
Owen disregards the rain and cold. He'll play outside, in the rain, without shoes or a shirt, grinning from ear to ear. He loves it! Then we he does duck for cover, he'll look down and realize: "I'm soaking wet!"
Owen sleeps with a stuffed dog: "Doggie."
Owen can hit a golf ball or a soft ball, throw a frisbee, shoot a basketball, volley a birdie, dropkick a ball, toss a football, and kick a soccer ball -- all on target. And he loves it. And he practices - over and over and over, every day.
Owen can bust a move, knows all the words to every song on the Cars soundtrack, and spreads infectious joy with every smile.
Owen will only sleep in shorts. He does not like long sleeves.
Owen has no concept of tissues. I've given him a zillion.
Owen says of nearly everything: "That's silly!" (Sometimes it's: "That's silly?!)
Owen hates haircuts, but looks awesome with shaggy, longish hair so it's ok. He's not particularly fond of the dentist either.
Owen says "ok" and "thank you" and "thanks" often. He repeats everything.
Owen doesn't like chocolate milk. Owen will do anything for his brother (if his brother uses nice words).
Owen is loved by all, but most especially by us.
Banks Lake August 2008
DAY ONE
Heading out for Banks Lake was especially exciting this summer because we left super early in the a.m. and stopped in Leavenworth for breakfast with Great Grandma and Great Grandpa M! What a blessing!
Then we arrived at our site just after noon. Kate hung in her exersaucer while we unloaded:
Once camp was set up, we headed out for water fun! MANY THANKS to G&G J for letting us borrow your boat!! Notice in the pic below that Kate was not pleased to be zipped in her life jacket:
Owen spent most of the trip on the stern of boat with the wind blowing his tousled hair. Collin preferred the cabin, and Kate ended up strapped in her carseat during most of the rides because of her hatred of the life jacket!
We experienced our first wind storm on Day 1, so Kate spend some time inside the tent:
Owen refused to go inside:
Those of us who weathered the "storm" ate our dinner at a picnic table, carefully situated to use Jared's tent as a windblock:
That night the air was really cold. Owen climbed into bed with us, and Kevin climbed out and crawled into Owen's bed. Kate joined us soon, and Owen couldn't help but snuggle (seriously, I don't think he can help it; if someone is within possible reach, he'll touch/grab/pinch/snuggle them):
DAY TWO
The weather warmed the next morning, and the kids enjoyed yard games:
and exploring the beach:
We packed a picnic lunch and were off for water sports:
Uncle Jared rode the tube with Owen:
And then he rode with Collin:
Both boys loved the tube ride! Uncle Jared taught them the signs for "faster" and "slower" and "cut," and we were in for a speed-variating ride!
Then we found a private beach, backed by a sand dune that was great for climbing:
and for sliding down - sort of! The boys crawled down the dune on their bellies:
Then Uncle Jared joined, and they conquered the hill again:
Collin really took to the water this trip in ways he never had before - he went in to his neck several times, floated with his life jacket on, and loved splashing! But "don't dunk my head, Uncle Jared! NO!!"
"Ha! That's silly!"
On the way back for dinner, Jared did some cliff diving:
DAY THREE
Boys and their toys: (Owen and Kevin are holding water shooters!)
Beach babe:
We're only in about a foot of water!
The boys did some drawing on the beach. Here, Owen is tracing his foot:
This time, I joined Jared in the cliff dive!
We did it! Exhilerating!
The boys napped in the cabin:
Kate napped in her carseat:
Our captain:
Grandpa Bob joined for two nights too!
One of Collin's new pasttimes is borrowing my camera and taking pictures. He's actually quite good, usually taking pictures of shoes, grass, dogs, other people. He took lots of pictures of the water, the sprinkler, his crocs. Then he took this picture of me:
And, with just a little help, he took this picture of himself:
Waking up from a late afternoon nap:
DAY FOUR
As he had the year before, Collin scoured the beach for treasures, while Owen trotted after him:
Collin made Kate her first mud pies - yum! She loved putting her toes in the water, and Collin loved covering them with mud!
Grandpa Bob grilled oysters on the beach; Collin waited patiently, but boy was it tough:
The boys (and my neices too) have a game with Grandpa. Inside every persons pocket, if you choose to bring it out, is a tickle finger! When the boys see Grandpa Bob, let me tell you, they choose to bring it out!! "I got my tickle-finger, Grandpa!!" says Owen:
Our last night the storm really hit. The winds started blowing and blowing. The rain was flittering down. So we started battening down the site - and Collin started flying his kite:
Notice in the pic below that the boat (not ours) had been blown into the shore. I ran over to rescue it (fell in the water on my butt on the way, hence the wet pants a few pics down) and could find no way to tie it off or away from the rocky ledge. The boat did not fare so well. Luckily, ours was anchored and secure and merely rocked to the rythym of the wind during the storm.
(I have no idea why this picture is turned ... it's an awesome picture of Collin's kite as it got darker and darker outside):
"I know it's stormy out here boys, but come out of the safey of the tent, where you were about to play a nice, calm game, and stand with us against the winds for a picture!!" (Yes, I am a nut. )
I held Kate the whole evening. In my arms, the winds were nothing. But if I tried to walk away, the panic set in. Made me feel wonderful.
DAY FIVE
We left the next day, again stopping in Leavenworth to eat and play! This is Kate at lunch:
And, ok, so I KNOW I should not "photograph and drive," but I looked in my rearview mirror as I was cruising up I-5 and saw THIS after we stopped at Arby's:
Notice that his feet are crossed! He's done that since he was a baby!
Heading out for Banks Lake was especially exciting this summer because we left super early in the a.m. and stopped in Leavenworth for breakfast with Great Grandma and Great Grandpa M! What a blessing!
Then we arrived at our site just after noon. Kate hung in her exersaucer while we unloaded:
Once camp was set up, we headed out for water fun! MANY THANKS to G&G J for letting us borrow your boat!! Notice in the pic below that Kate was not pleased to be zipped in her life jacket:
Owen spent most of the trip on the stern of boat with the wind blowing his tousled hair. Collin preferred the cabin, and Kate ended up strapped in her carseat during most of the rides because of her hatred of the life jacket!
We experienced our first wind storm on Day 1, so Kate spend some time inside the tent:
Owen refused to go inside:
Those of us who weathered the "storm" ate our dinner at a picnic table, carefully situated to use Jared's tent as a windblock:
That night the air was really cold. Owen climbed into bed with us, and Kevin climbed out and crawled into Owen's bed. Kate joined us soon, and Owen couldn't help but snuggle (seriously, I don't think he can help it; if someone is within possible reach, he'll touch/grab/pinch/snuggle them):
DAY TWOThe weather warmed the next morning, and the kids enjoyed yard games:
and exploring the beach:
We packed a picnic lunch and were off for water sports:
Uncle Jared rode the tube with Owen:
And then he rode with Collin:
Both boys loved the tube ride! Uncle Jared taught them the signs for "faster" and "slower" and "cut," and we were in for a speed-variating ride!
Then we found a private beach, backed by a sand dune that was great for climbing:
and for sliding down - sort of! The boys crawled down the dune on their bellies:
Then Uncle Jared joined, and they conquered the hill again:
Collin really took to the water this trip in ways he never had before - he went in to his neck several times, floated with his life jacket on, and loved splashing! But "don't dunk my head, Uncle Jared! NO!!"
"Ha! That's silly!"
On the way back for dinner, Jared did some cliff diving:
DAY THREEBoys and their toys: (Owen and Kevin are holding water shooters!)
Beach babe:
We're only in about a foot of water!
The boys did some drawing on the beach. Here, Owen is tracing his foot:
This time, I joined Jared in the cliff dive!
We did it! Exhilerating!
The boys napped in the cabin:
Kate napped in her carseat:
Our captain:
Grandpa Bob joined for two nights too!
One of Collin's new pasttimes is borrowing my camera and taking pictures. He's actually quite good, usually taking pictures of shoes, grass, dogs, other people. He took lots of pictures of the water, the sprinkler, his crocs. Then he took this picture of me:
And, with just a little help, he took this picture of himself:
Waking up from a late afternoon nap:
DAY FOUR
As he had the year before, Collin scoured the beach for treasures, while Owen trotted after him:
Collin made Kate her first mud pies - yum! She loved putting her toes in the water, and Collin loved covering them with mud!
Grandpa Bob grilled oysters on the beach; Collin waited patiently, but boy was it tough:
The boys (and my neices too) have a game with Grandpa. Inside every persons pocket, if you choose to bring it out, is a tickle finger! When the boys see Grandpa Bob, let me tell you, they choose to bring it out!! "I got my tickle-finger, Grandpa!!" says Owen:
Our last night the storm really hit. The winds started blowing and blowing. The rain was flittering down. So we started battening down the site - and Collin started flying his kite:
Notice in the pic below that the boat (not ours) had been blown into the shore. I ran over to rescue it (fell in the water on my butt on the way, hence the wet pants a few pics down) and could find no way to tie it off or away from the rocky ledge. The boat did not fare so well. Luckily, ours was anchored and secure and merely rocked to the rythym of the wind during the storm.
(I have no idea why this picture is turned ... it's an awesome picture of Collin's kite as it got darker and darker outside):
"I know it's stormy out here boys, but come out of the safey of the tent, where you were about to play a nice, calm game, and stand with us against the winds for a picture!!" (Yes, I am a nut. )
I held Kate the whole evening. In my arms, the winds were nothing. But if I tried to walk away, the panic set in. Made me feel wonderful.DAY FIVE
We left the next day, again stopping in Leavenworth to eat and play! This is Kate at lunch:
And, ok, so I KNOW I should not "photograph and drive," but I looked in my rearview mirror as I was cruising up I-5 and saw THIS after we stopped at Arby's:
Notice that his feet are crossed! He's done that since he was a baby!
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