original little hellraisers

from our adventure to alaska.  it was quite the adventure too.  i kept a little journal so i could update the blog when we got home.  take some time and get caught up, here are some teasers:

 flying alone with two boys, a plane delay, no milk and a sprint to catch the next plane

 emma, the dog, bites owen         owen, protector of starfish

 ultimate white noise machine     grandpa is driving me to drink

 whales! whales! whaaaales!         bears! bears! beaaaaars!

thank you grandpa bill and nana for a wonderful trip.  i really hope owen remembers his alaskan adventure.  i think he will.

dylan thought the best time to start walking is on an unstable ground.  he’s still pretty shaky and zombie crawl is still the prefered method of tranportation. click on the picture to see the video.

(driving to a bbq - debating with owen in the car)

john: “i’m the boss.”
owen: “no you’re not.”
john: “then who’s the boss?”
owen: “mama.”

i can’t win.

  birthday pic’s uploaded

no song. no cake. just three donut holes and three candles just the way he likes it.  happy birthday owen. 

owen’s negotiating skills are getting good, but i still have the upper hand at least for now.  i did give him one chocolate chip, we only have dark chocolate so at least he’s getting some flavonoids.

how attached dylan is to me?

dylan came up with this little trick on his own.  he just refused to let go of me and i need to walk.  i said, okay let’s go and he did.  so now i’m dylan’s personal walker.

owen and dylan play chase around the house.  owen crawls around on his knees and chases dylan.  this is both good and bad.  good because they are finally playing together and i can see that owen really enjoys this and perhaps can see how much fun having a brother is going to be and bad because dylan isn’t always so sure this is fun.

not only am i feeding my child a bottle of formula, i’ve propped the bottle up on the coffee table so i can do a quick clean up before some people come over.  sweet owen saw this and clearly knew that this was wrong and tried to help feed dylan his bottle.  bad mama, bad!

we found a baby bird in owen’s room today.  i suspect that it hoped along the roof and fell into our light well and then through one of the windows and somehow managed sneak into owen’s room.  all the zoo school and watching of zoobomafoo paid off, although owen was really excited he was very careful to be quite and still so he wouldn’t scare the bird.  i was torn about what to do.  i’m pretty sure the nest is in the roof tiles above our garage, but this little bird had left the nest, probably because it was ready too.  it couldn’t fly just yet but was very close to being able to.  we released the little bird in our front yard, but kept thinking “it’s going to turn into cat food”  it hopped off to the side of our walkway and i just felt like it was just to exposed.  so i scouped it up and brought it back in the house.  i went to the internets to figure out what to do and after reading a bit, it was pretty clear that i should release the bird and the parents would continue to care for it.  apparently 90% of birds continue caring for their babies on the ground.  so we brought the little bird back outside and released it in hildagard’s (our neighbors) front yard.  there’s more bushes and places for it to hide there so i thought that it would be best.  i told owen we should go inside and let the momma bird find it’s baby.  well about 20 minutes later, owen wanted to check on the baby bird.  so we go outside and what do we hear… “meow” out of the exact bush we saw the little bird hop into!!! i kid you not! a youngish cat just walks right out of the bush meowing at us sweetly.  i didn’t know what to say.  i couldn’t tell him that the cat probably just ate the baby bird, although i can’t be certain because i didn’t see any feathers or blood, so i’m hoping that we distracted the cat and the little bird hoped away to safety.

he’ll be walking on his own soon.  i actually think he can do it already he’s just unsure of himself.  the other day i went to put dylan down, i was expecting him to just sit down, but he just started walking holding one of my hands.  i think i scared him with my own excitement because it has been a few days since he’s done it again.