Owen- 5 year stats

39 lbs, 43 inches (I think he was 36% weight and 44% height)

He had his 5 year well visit last night. 2 shots and he's milking it today. walking with his legs stiff. The nurse we had made me restrain him, which I think made it worse for him to get the shots.

Passed his hearing and vision tests with flying colors. Named every shape for the vision test- circle, square and the little house symbol which I figured he would say house, but answered pentagon (or his version- pectagon).

My little smarty pants.

Happy Birthday Owen! Owen turns 5!!!

You guys...my baby is 5! I cant believe it. This was seriously his best birthday ever. He was old enough to understand, old enough to countdown the days, old enough to fully speak and communicate exactly what he wanted to do. His birthday celebrations started on Friday as we had his party Friday night at the pool of one of the rec centers. He loved it- though 21 kids was slightly chaotic. He had a blast, the kids had a blast, and needless to say, us parents had a blast as well. I had pinned so many ideas from pinterest and then ran out of time to do them, and actually was glad I didn't. The kids wouldn't have noticed my fun details, and I think I would have been disappointed in the time spent and what we got out of them. So simple- pizza, cake, etc.

On Saturday, my parents came over to celebrate.

my mom makes him the sweetest cards. This was this year's- he's a pirate on his number 5 boat.

His actual birthday was Sunday and we had a laid back kind of day. He opened presents in the morning and then we did whatever he wanted.

We went to breakfast- Owen's choice:

 

then played around the neighborhood and road bikes (he learned how to ride without training wheels about a week ago),

 

then we went to a kiddie park with our friends from the neighborhood.

Tacos for dinner (Owen's pick) and we called it a day. Success!

Though, Quinlin wasn't too thrilled that the day wasn't all about her. Poor little lady.

 

 

• Not much has changed between 4 and 5 growth wise. He is in 4T shorts, 4T and 5T shirts and size 11 shoes.
• I am not sure how tall he is as his physical is in a few weeks, but he is still about 36/38 pounds. He is really lean but has a nice, athletic build to him. Definitely has daddy's body and daddy's legs.
• His hair is darkening up a bit. Not as blond as it was last summer. More of a dirty blond color.
• This year, he loves swimming! I signed him up for swim lessons again and he did really well this year. Not afraid- and almost a little too not afraid as he begs to take off his water wings. But- he is doing well, loves to go under and loves to show off his moves of what he has learned.
• He also loves playing outside- football, basketball, riding his bike (yay on his own too- such a big boy!
• Preschool was great for him. By 5 he can count foever, knows most letters and can write his name. Still needs some help and practice with some letters and writing, but he gets it. One more year before kindergarten will be good for him.
• Friends are still huge for him. Aside from the friends in the neighborhood, he has developed great friendships with the kids from school. We find ourselves constantly planning playdates or trips to the movies. I'm a little sad that he's not going to kindergarten and all his friends are moving on, but I know this is the best thing for him.
• He seriously is so sweet. When asking him what he wanted for his birthday, he said whatever we wanted to get him. And when opening gifts, he ensured Quinlin could have some presents to play with too. I'm so proud.

The Quiz
I asked Owen a series of questions and will be asking this every year on his birthday. You can read age 3 answers here and age 4 answers here. Here are his responses from this year:

1. What's your name? Owen Patrick ______
2. How old are you? 5
3. Where do you live? here (though when asked again, he gave his full address)
4. what is your favorite color? blue
5. what do you want to be when you grow up? a dentist
6. who is your favorite person? Daddy and Mama
7. who's your best friend? Daddy, Mama and Quinny. from school- Patrick
8. what is your favorite tv show? Bubble Guppies, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Spongebob
9. what is your favorite food? tacos
10. what is your favorite drink? warmer water (much prefers from the faucet as opposed to filtered from the fridge)
11. what do you like to do for fun? play outside
12. what do you like to play outside? ride my bike or play with my friends
13. what is your favorite song? I Love It by Icona Pop (though he calls it Snooki and JWow)
14. what is your favorite movie? The Simpsons Movie
15. what is your favorite book? Pete the Cat

He's on a plane!

OK- today is the day that I put my baby on an airplane to travel alone for the first time. He is a pretty seasoned traveler, thanks to my parents and constant trips to Florida and cruises with them. But this is the first time he's flying alone. Off to another state to visit his dad. I'm so proud of his independence, his courage, the man he is becoming.

This is the "are you kidding me? you're really taking a picture?" look. 

We woke up about 5am and we were out the door at 5:45. Got to the airport, parked, went to the ticket counter and then I stood in line with him as far as I could until he needed to go through security. I gave him a hug, told him I loved him and to be careful (voice cracking the whole time) and I was on my way. I came to work early and am now waiting for texts from him to say he got there safely. I have already been updated that he got breakfast and was at his gate. Prayers for a safe return and a great visit. Sunday cannot come soon enough when he's back on the ground with us!

And as an add-on to yesterday's post, Owen drew a few more things before bed. Too cute to not share and document.



This Owen described as "Germy. He got sick and puked". Germy looks pretty angry if you ask me. He must still be traumatized over his and Quinlin's recent bout with a stomach virus. 

This he described as "Owen with a rainbow and a sun"

His drawings are awesome. I can't wait to show them to him when he's older. Big weekend for the kids- Quinlin gets fitted for her dance uniform tonight, they have two birthday parties tomorrow (one inflatable jump zone place and one is bowling), Sean and I have date night tomorrow night, and then big shopping day on Sunday to get everything we need for thanksgiving. And of course, a trip to the airport to pick up Hunter. I think the kids will get a kick out of going there.

Drawings by Owen

I have been loving age 4 with Owen. He's so fun, smart, creative. I wanted to make sure I posted these and didn't forget about them.

The other night before bed, Owen drew on his doodle pad and came out with such pride. This was daddy fishing.It's so perfect!

He drew this one on Friday. This was "Owen at the water park". I think he's still remembering his vacation to Great Wolf Lodge this summer. I love his fingers and everything about this picture. One to save in the scrapbook!



Owen's First Stitches 091312

Head- meet table
Table- meet head

That is what happened to us last night. We walked in the door about 6pm after I picked the kids up from daycare. Sean had to work the night shift, so Hunter was home waiting for us. I put my purse down, was about to make dinner, when all of a sudden I heard a huge crash onto the floor, a slight silence, and then a huge shriek coming from Owen. Tears were flowing. I rushed over to the living room and scooped him off the floor and blood started pouring from his head. Hunter was "in his spot" on the couch and Owen tried to jump over him out of the way, bounced off the couch and right into the coffee table.

I grabbed Owen, had blood all over my hands and rushed him right into the car. Hunter watched Quinlin and we drove away, towel over head, towel over car seat, as fast as we could to the local urgent care. In the meantime, Sean called his mom and she rushed right over to make sure Hunter and Owen were good.

I apologize, in advance, if the pictures of blood gross you out. I need to document our experience... it's not that bad, really.

He was such a little champion, by the time we got to the urgent care, he stopped crying, held his paper towel on his head and walked in on his own power, excited because he saw a vending machine and wanted cheetos (we hadn't eaten dinner as we just got home). We sat and got registered.

We made it back to the exam room and he laid down on the table for them to start looking at his head. He was so good- stayed still as they buzzed the hair around the area. He even made a comment about how this wasn't the barber shop.

The area was prepped and ready to go

They put a numbing cream on his head and bandaged him up. So we waited for about 30 minutes until they actually put the stitches in.

 They gave him crayons and a coloring book and he colored for about 5 minutes, until he was "over it"

So- what else do you do as you wait in an urgent care facility with a scared 4 year old? You play with your iphone of course, and take silly pictures of yourselves. We were so entertaining to each other. At least I had him laughing... that was the whole point. Less traumatic the better!

 Or crayons in the ears work well too

 Finally it was time to do the stitches. The numbing cream was on but then they also had to numb with a needle as well. Owen did not like that part.

We measured out the gash too. I tried to document everything since Sean was working the night shift and couldn't be with us.

 Owen handled the stitches like a champion. He whimpered a little bit during it but did amazing. The paramedic who was helping at the urgent care facility held his head still and gave him a little head massage while it was going on that Owen seemed to enjoy. 3 stitches later and he was all set!

 He finally got his cheetos he was waiting on

 And- what else do you do to cap off the night for a kid that just had stitches? McDonalds, of course! I was not about to finally cook our chicken fajitas we were supposed to have since it was now 8:30 at night.

Quinlin wanted to make sure she was part of the fun after looking through my phone, so crazy silly faces for the girls as well.

 And Owen capped off his night with some playing of his "new" GI Joes (Daddy's toys when he was little).

What a night! It was not our first trip to urgent care (never anything horribly serious) and I know it won't be our last. We were so happy for the care they gave us. Let's just hope we don't go back...for a long time anyway! I should add... Owen refused to take off his admitted bracelet... in case he gets hurt again. So off to school he went, with the hospital bracelet still on!