The Wilson Brothers

My sister and I like to call the boys The Wilson Brothers.
You know, because they're five weeks apart and have the same names as the actors.
And obviously because we hope they will also be hilariously funny while making gobs of money.

So here's Luke.
Or as I like to call him, Lukie Lamb.
He may hate me for it one day (like say when he's 200 lbs and graduating from college and I'm screaming "Way to go Lukie Lamb" from the stands, but for right now, he doesn't put up much of an argument.

Pop Quiz: One of the Wilson brothers is an awesome eater and loves spaghetti.
The other one is/does not. Based on this picture, can you guess which one is which?

Here's Owen, trying to learn the rules of the game from his cousin and uncle.
Look at that concentration. Truly, he is a jock in the making.

PS - I promise I did pack clothes for Owen.

We had a good trip. It was sad and fun and full of a stomach bug all at the same time. The boys got along pretty well for the most part. Although Owen is a bit smaller, we learned he's also a bit scrappy when defending his territory. His territory being a fake red cell phone. Pretty sure that "scrappyness" comes from being a third. (Again, sorry about him hitting you in the face, Lukie.)

Although Owen is the only one of my children who never got to meet my grandmother, he did take his first steps in her house. I thought that was pretty cool. He then got sick and hasn't walked since, but if his siblings have anything to do with it, he will be walking again soon. They are most upset that they missed the big moment and have tried to recreate it numerous times to no avail.

So that's pretty much it. We're back. We're catching up on rest and housework. The kids survived the 9 days with just their dad and had a pretty grand time as well. Who wouldn't have fun eating out as much as they did?

Wings

After 101 years on this earth,
my grandmother has gone to be with Jesus.

Rest in peace, Grandmother.
You will be remembered.
You will be missed.

"They that wait upon the Lord,
they shall renew their strength.
They shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary,
they shall walk and not be faint."
-Isaiah 40:31

Can I Get a Woot-Woot?

Operation "Fatten Owen Up" continues, but we've had a small victory. That's right - we have tasted success (and not much else) and it tastes good.

Weight Check Number 3 was this morning.
19 lbs 11 oz.

The pediatrician walked in and wasn't thrilled. She was hoping for 20 lbs. She said, "I have to chart it. If he's still off the chart or less than 3rd percentile, we have to start running tests."

Drumroll, please.
5th percentile.
That's right.
Way to go, Fatty.
You showed her.

After seeing that he barely slipped by truly went above and beyond on the chart, she was more relaxed about things. We're still playing with medications and trying different things, but at least we're headed in the right direction.

I am beyond happy! So glad they don't have to start shoving tubes down my baby's throat again to peek at his esophagus and larynx , etc.

So, here's to Owen and another 7 oz. gain in the next 6 weeks.

Seriously, can I get a Woot-Woot!

When The Big Kids Are Away

Owen and Mommy can (sort of) Play!

So I've been trying to convince Owen that I'm fun. Really, I am. He doesn't need "M-ma Guh" and "Igee" to have a good time. I can play too. On mornings that they have pre-school, this takes a LOT of convincing. And I mean a LOT. So, here's a glimpse into our morning after the 10 minute tantrum of him realizing he'd been left behind with the dreadful, crazy lady known as "Da da" to him. That's right - he will no longer even say my name.

Owen: "Hey Da da, are these the cleaning supplies you never use?"

Owen: "Look Da-da, this is a Polly gift I found in M-ma Guh's toys. Mwaa Haa Haa. I guess if I have to be stuck here with you all morning, I can at least play with her things...and I'm crushing her toys."

Owen: "You know, if you want me to think you're as much fun as the other people who live here, maybe you should stop taking my picture (even though I'm cute as a freakin' button) and play with me."

Me: "That's a great idea Owen. Okay, let's go get one last really cute picture of you in one of the big, tall chairs you guys love, and then I'll stop taking your picture. I promise."

Me: "Thanks Owen. This (and the ten other pictures like it) is exactly what I had in mind."

And now he's napping and I'm drinking coffee, blogging, and still not using those cleaning supplies.

Cute Cousins

Attempt # 4,683 at a group shot of the four oldest Fischer cousins

Sigh
Oh well, maybe next time.

Welcome Back

Welcome back, Oh Mighty Temper Tantrums.

How did I forget about you?

It wasn't too terribly long ago that I experienced you with Owen's brother and sister; yet, I was still shocked this week when you showed up in all your full fledged glory. Screaming. Crying. Flailing about. Kicking. Tugging. Doing whatever it takes to get out of my arms. Basically, taking over my sweet child and reminding me that his baby days are quickly coming to an end.

Bring it on.
I've faced you before and I know you can be defeated.

Sleep well, dear Owen.
You must save your strength for your next tantrum.
Please, make it a good one.
Don't bring it weak.
I like a challenge.

Top 3 things that force Owen into tantrum mode:

1. Naps. Who can blame him? It is truly not fair that he has to go sleep while everyone else is still playing and having a grand time.

2. Diaper Changes. Why should he have to stop moving long enough to get his bottom cleaned up?

3. Isaac sitting in a chair. Any chair. Why would "Igaac" stop playing with him long enough to sit down and rest. I mean, seriously.

Waiting Patiently for Spring

Is there any better way to spend a rainy Tuesday than curling up on the guest bed with hot chocolate and new library books?