Vegetarian?

Tonight Owen was helping me make chicken fajitas for dinner. As I threw the chicken tenderloins in the skillet to saute he asked (as he does whenever we are cooking/eating meat), "Is it dead?"

"Yes, Owen. It is dead."
"What was it?"
"Chicken."

Silence.

Looking very somber he says, "I think the baby misses his Mommy."
"Are you sad about the chicken that died?"
"Yeah..."

Silence.

At this point, I am thinking about how sensitive and traumatic this must be for him. Will he turn out to be a vegetarian to save all the Bambi's of the world?

And then he pipes up...
"I wish I could have shot that chicken."

Or not.

Football and Wings

Connor is getting started early in the ways of wings. Shawn made some to eat while watching football. It cracked me up seeing Connor just gnawing on it, like such a big boy. He LOVED it. He's our spice kid.

(Don't worry...no, he didn't have it for very long, as we pulled the meat off of it, so he wouldn't choke on the bones. :)

O-W-E-N

Where as most 3 year-olds are interested in coloring/drawing pictures, Owen has mostly been interested in writing. A quick story...

Last year (O was 2.5) there was a nursing student doing a pediatric developmental assessment on Owen. She gave him a crayon and some paper. He immediately asked her, "What do we need? Oil? Milk? Eggs?"

Of course...a grocery list! I tend to give him some paper and a pen when I am writing out my shopping list for the week, so he was just following suit.

Anyhow, we've tried to nurture his interest in writing by showing him how to write his name. For awhile now he's been able to do it (probably around his 3rd birthday), but lately he as become very adept at it and can not only do it faster, but clearer as well. Isn't it great?

However, Owen, next time, let's actually use the paper, ok?

I love your heart

Tonight after giving Owen a bath, he threw his arms around me and squeezed me tight.

"I love you so much, Mom."

"What do you love about me, Owen?"

"I love your inside. I love your heart."

I love his heart, too. Owen your heart makes me smile.

Another Owen story

Leaving El Camino (Mexican restaurant) Saturday night, there was a nice Latino gentleman waiting to pick up his takeout. He was dressed with tight jeans, cowboy boots, snap-front shirt, and a cowboy hat.

Before I could do anything, Owen marches right up to him and in his loudest voice says,

"Heeeeeeeeeyyyyy, Cowboy! Are you a real cowboy?

"Yep."

Oh my.

My lover boy

Owen walks up to me in the kitchen with a long stemmed rose in his hand. He hands it to me saying,

"Here you go. This rose means I love you."

My first thought was, "Oh how sweet!"

Which immediately went to being completely disturbed realizing that, he was playing-out the Bachelor!

I didn't think he was watching/paying attention to it, a few nights ago when I was catching up with it on Hulu. Guess I was wrong! YIKES!