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Monday, November 7, 2016

To My Almost Two Year Old

Owen. I had no idea how much fun it would be to have a little boy, and here you are, almost two years old and teaching me all about it.


You are the neatest little boy I have ever known. You have your times of pure hyper-ness, but you also take things in stride and slow down in new situations. When you enter an unfamiliar situation you take your time to observe before jumping in. I think you are always observing, and you have more focus than I would have imagined for a little boy-person.


Some of the funny things you say right now are...You call your sisters "A-tay" and "Bear." Actually you are starting to catch yourself when you say "Bear" and then correct yourself by really drawing it out - "Cuh-Lay-Er." When you wake up in the morning the first thing you say to me (after yelling from your crib, "Mommy!!! C'Mere!!! Mama!!! Get me!!!") is either "Et-mole" (oatmeal) or "Fuffin" (muffin). Breakfast is your favorite.

One of my favorite things is the way you say "What" - not like a question, but a statement. You say it when you don't know what else to say. Sometimes it's in response to me - "Owen, come over here." "What." And sometimes it is to yourself when you are thinking or figuring something out. You might be trying to build a tower with blocks and then look at the block in your hand and say "What."

You are also into saying "Mommy. Mommy!!! Watch." You say it before you shoot the basketball or put the next block on the tower, but sometimes you say it first and then frantically try to think of something to do now that I am watching. And my favorite is when you want to tell me something in a whisper. You cup your hands around your own ear as you lean toward my face to whisper whatever it is you want to tell me.


 You just make us all smile, O-bo. You have ridiculous skill with all things ball-related. Your favorite thing to do is play ball with your daddy. You also love to play with blocks and train sets. You always prefer to eat your breakfast in the treehouse. You love to read "Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See" and to find Goldbug in Richard Scarry's "Cars and Trucks and Things that Go."You ride AK's old purple tricycle like you own the place. You don't care that much about the tv unless your sisters are watching a show, at which point you yell "Fireman Sam!!!" You get frightened by loud or unexpected noises. A couple of weeks ago we were at the Rock Ranch and there was a pig in the fence right next to us. You were so excited, "Pig! Pig!" until that pig oinked at you. Whoa, that was traumatic.

You love to tell people "Hey" and "Bye" and you give some pretty awesome hugs. Your sisters are your favorite people on earth. Except for maybe your daddy, whom you are so excited to see every  night when he gets home from work. Well, you like me a lot, too. You still love "Eye of the Tiger" and we have actually caught you humming it at random times. Along with that, your favorite songs to listen to are "Come Together" by the Beatles, "Church Clap" by Lecrae, and "Tractor Tractor" by Andrew Peterson. Any time you have pain anywhere on your body, you think it's caused by ants. You know the answer to "Who loves you the most?" God! And you can quote the end of the phrases of many, many Bible verses. AK loves to play the game when we are reviewing our verses, where we stop at the end of each line and let you complete it. Your favorite is Hebrews 11:6. One day those words will be life-giving to you, Buddy.


Normally you go to bed with no problem at all, but tonight you started to cry when I put you down. I was happy to hold you and rock you one last time as a one-year-old. I sang over you and reminded you of who made you, and you asked if we could go for a run, if you could play basketball, and if you could eat some cheese. It was a beautiful moment.

Man, you are just too cool. Our family is just so much richer for having you in it. Here's to a wonderful two-year-old year, filled with growing and learning and laughing and loving. Happy 2nd Birthday, O to the Bo!


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