Owen is learning by the minute. He loves to play games and has learned to play Uno (I believe from playing with his cousins initially). He asks to play periodically (every day) and I enjoy sitting down with him for a few hands. He understands the game and even wins occasionally. Last night Kris and I both played with him and I felt like we had crossed into the realm of family game time. It was sort of cool. He still has a little trouble holding his cards in his small hands and will ask us to fan them out for him now and then. He also doesn't yet see the need to hide his cards from us. He will even tell us when he only has one card left what color it is. I try not to take advantage but how else will he learn.
I also need to throw in here a comment he made this morning. He and Ivan were in the bathroom with me while I combed my hair. Ivan was irritating Owen by hitting him very lightly with his fist. Now, he does this when he wants to tell you something. It's not really hitting as much as it is tapping. It's confusing because he makes a fist to do it. I think he equates it with knocking. Anyway...Owen immediately whined that Ivan was hitting him and I told Ivan to stop, but then explained to Owen that he isn't hitting..."he's just trying to get your attention."
To which Owen replied, "I don't have an attention."
Owen has been counting well for some time but Monday after playing with Hayden next door has reached a new level of excitement in numbers. "I can count to 100!"
Apparently Hayden taught him to do it and I was pretty impressed. He always got stuck at the end of each series. What's after 29? What's after 39? and so on. I don't know what Hayden said that clicked, but it's pretty neat to me that these two four year olds were counting to 100 during their playtime.
Owen seems to say something mentionable hourly so when I write something it's because I happen to be close enough to the computer to get it. I can't remember everything he says unfortunately. Just now it was this:
Owen: I'm going to pray...God is great...God is good...
Me: (facing the computer reading an e-mail)
Owen: Mommy, you didn't close your eyes when I was praying. You're supposed to close your eyes.
Me: Sorry...I thought you were just praying for yours and I would pray for mine later.
Owen: Well, I was praying for yours too. I wanted you to close your eyes.
Me: Well, I didn't realize that. I'll try to remember next time.
Owen: It's OK Mr. 'I know it now.'
I told him that this was not respectful and I didn't want him to talk that way, yet I'm laughing with tears in my eyes.
Owen was intent on helping me make breakfast this morning. When he is assistant chef, he doesn't want to miss anything. I was beginning the process of a putting together a big pot of oatmeal. As I was pouring water into the pan Owen says, "Mommy, can you pause the cooking. I need to go potty."
Owen: "I'll get a chocolate Pocky for me and strawberry for Ivan."
Me: "But what if Ivan wants chocolate?"
Owen: Exasperated silence
Me: "Ivan, do you want chocolate Pocky or strawberry?"
Me: "Get Ivan a chocolate Pocky."
Owen: "But I want to make his decision today!"
He so thinks he's the parent some days...what am I saying? He thinks he's the parent everyday. I didn't know I'd have to compete for my ranking in this job but I do.
The following was after the Pocky was devoured.
Owen: "what is that brown cookie stuff?"
Me: "do you mean chocolate chips?"
Owen: "No, I said that brown cookie stuff?"
Me: "I know what you said, I'm trying to understand what you mean."
Owen: "That brown cookie stuff."
Me: "Yes, do you mean the cookie dough that surrounds the chocolate chips."
Owen: (smiling) "Yes, the cookie dough. Can I have that next?"
Me: "Of course not."
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