It's getting harder and harder to get the little guy to 1) sit still for a photo, and 2) smile at the same time. You understand.
Nice slobbery Easter kiss for Momma. (Incidentally, I thought Owen looked so cute in his little sweater vest and shorts that I wanted to eat him--like a little blue Eater Peep.) And yes, there's a glimpse at my 22-week prego belly. Nice.
After a few photos it was lunch and nap time. After his nap (still in his sleep sack w/ blankie in tow--our little Silas) he got his Easter basket. Two little tubes filled with a variety of small plastic animals were/are a HUGE hit. The Nay and the Moo are definitely his favorite, but he has a sound/name for almost all of them. He likes taking them out of their new home (a plastic zip-lock) and putting them back in. Over and over again. He also got some of those little capsules that you soak in water and they "magically turn into" sponges in various animal shapes. Not such a big hit b/c he just wants to splash around in their water and isn't patient enough to wait the minute until they're done. Maybe next year.
Here we are back outside. He's in the middle of saying "a ball" which comes with very animated facial expressions like most of his words.
He's in the middle of saying something else here too...tree or bee or something. 
Here he is inspecting an egg that was hanging from a tree at Bible Study. They are (as are all things round-ish) "a ball".
Okay, totally unrelated to Easter. A few weeks ago we went out to eat at our favorite sushi/hibachi grille. Owen LOVED the chopsticks, both to drum on the table with before the food arrived and to poke all the food with (he was persistent in his attempt to try to eat by just stabbing what he wanted with one chopstick). He was a huge fan of the creamy sauce that came w/ my hibachi chicken dinner (but he wanted nothing to do w/ the chicken--he just dipped his chopstick in over and over again) and the (*cooked*) sushi! That night he was definitely in an adventurous mood (compared w/ the days when it seems like all he wants to eat are "nanas" and "rais" (raisins). Another new food thing...begging. It's unfortunatley really cute. After he's eaten, if we're still eating, he'll come over from playing, mouth agape, saying nothing, and just stand at your feet waiting for you to put something into his mouth. Even if it was something he didn't want to eat off of his own plate a few minutes ago. Like a little confused, but adorable puppy dog.
Other updates:The weather has continued to be rainy a lot, but we've been trying to go to the park whenever we can. He's become quite the pro at getting up to and coming down the big kid slides all by himself. Sometimes it takes him a while because he gets distracted looked at all the big kids (people watcher like his Momma and Bee?).
One of my favorite parts of our day is when Kyle comes home (not for obvious reasons) but b/c we can see him drive up through the glass doors off the kitchen and all I have to do is point and say "Owen look" and he runs up to the door and starts stomping and yelling Dada Dada!...it's truly priceless.
He's consistently taking 1 nap, which is good, but its still a struggle to keep him "happy" during those late morning hours. Nighttime continues to be a breeze. And lately, Owen has started "helping" with the bedtime routine by telling us what's next. After his bath and saying goodnight to whichever parent is not putting him to bed, we go upstairs and he says "bank" and "boooootz" (blankie and books--it's reading time), and when we finish with that he says "tee" for brushing his teeth, then when we're done we go back into his room and he says "sohn" for songs and then its night night time. So sweet.
Speaking of happy...when he is, he is, and boy when he's not, he's really not. Kyle and I have been talking about this a lot recently. Our friends Katie/Joel put a post on their blog about their daughter Emmy (a few months younger than Owen) who is seriously testing limits and showing her little rebellious spirit. Owen shows his in a different way. We think overall (for his age of course) he's really good about responding to No. He understands what is off limits and doesn't generally test us/them. In fact, he walks around the house sometimes pointing to certain things and saying "No" because he knows there is a no-no associated with them (like the elliptical trainer, or our bookshelf--he can't pull the books off), etc. HOWEVER, (and it's a big one) he may not be a limit-tester (yet/now) but he is a SERIOUS fit-thrower/whiner. Boy howdie. It seems like a big part of my day with him these days is dealing with little tantrums when he doesn't get what he wants, whether its 1) to draw with a sharpie instead of a crayon, 2) to eat his weight in raisins right before dinner, 3) to take his ride-on fire-truck on an errand...you get the idea. I sure hope this is a phase. I'm praying that the more he is able to communicate (and understand us), the better he'll be able to cope w/ not getting what he wants all the time. It's a lesson we all have to learn I guess. (This hasn't been the case w/ "More" because now that he can clearly say it, he often gets frustrated that the need/want isn't always met right away or at all...like, hey--I told you what I wanted, what's the hold-up?). Same goes for "my".
And speaking of communication...again, we are parents in awe. Just how quickly he (they--we realize he's probably not a genius, but its still amazing) picks things up. The limiting factor is definitely his verbal ability to actually pronounce things. It seems there is NO limit to the amount of words he can absorb. Kyle or I can tell him a few times what something is and then later ask him where it is or to point it out in a book and he can do it. One of Kyle's pet teaching projects is to start working on the alphabet with him (ambitious, yes). He can recognize and say O, E, I, A and B. Preschool here we come! :) Kyle has also taught Owen how to do "nuckles" or "fist pump" to add to his repetoire of greetings (hug, kiss, high five, wave). How very urban hip of him.
Can't think of much else. Choochoos, animals and balls continue to be the favorites. And bowls. He loves to have everything in bowls--his snack, bath toys, rocks. He's happiest if he has a bowl to put things in. Go figure.
As Owen says..."Byeeeeeeeee". (This is now umprompted--we don't have to tell him to say bye bye anymore. Also, he likes to say it to things--like when I put a box of crackers back in the pantry, or when he flushes the toilet (not htat he's potty trained, he just likes to flush the toilet--he waves at the water and says byeeee.) Okay, enough rambling...byeeeeee.
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