Owen started Lil Sluggers a few weeks ago. This week, he went for the second time (we missed last week due to the stomach virus). His biggest fan is this little cutie watching from the "dugout".
Owen (and I) got to be the third base(people) during field practice. After the first turn, he wouldn't throw the ball to the coach, so I had to go to home plate for him to throw it to me. But, the next time...he did it. Its so fun to watch! That's Parker (and his mom) at shortstop ;-)
But, Owen's favorite part so far is batting practice. He is actually quite good.
Once he gets his grip right. He holds the bat like a lefty, but insists on standing on the right side of the tee. So, he has to check his grip pretty often to get his left hand on the bottom. Its funny, because I can already say "hands" to him, and he stops to check his grip and get it the right way around (most of the time).
The best part as far as all of the little sluggers are concerned is the cheer at the end and the "tattoos" the coach gives them. This does, however, make for a sad bath time. Owen hates for his stamps to go away.
Owen has really started conversing more. Conversations with him are hilarious. I have already forgotten what it was like before he could talk. But, this kid makes me laugh like no body's business. I wish I could remember all of the ones I hoped to document on the blog (so that I can later refer back here and finish his baby book). But, I have since forgotten most of them. One of the ones that was the sweetest to me was this:Me: Owen, let's get in the car so we can go {I don't remember where we were going}.
Owen: Mama! I need shoes!
Me: (since we had just all three come downstairs, I quickly decided I should just run back up with Liam and grab Owen's shoes) Okay. Mama will go get them for you.
Owen: Mama needs shoes, too.
Me: I do. I will get yours and then come back and get mine.
Owen: Mama, Owen will get Mama's shoes.
Me: Okay. (I run upstairs and see Owen head to my closet. I then return downstairs and Owen is still gone, so I wait for a few seconds.)
Owen: (coming into the living room with my Uggs) "Here go, Mama. Boots."
Seriously. The kid went into the closet and got a pair of matching shoes for me to wear. So sweet, huh? They didn't "go" with my outfit; but, I wore them anyway since he'd gone to the trouble, and all.
Now...onto Liam. Boy, this boy has just catapulted from a sitting baby last Sunday, to a crawling, getting into everything, singing, talking, busy boy. I L.O.V.E. it!
He is still slow; but, he cover some ground and get himself into whatever his little heart desires. So far, his favorite things to crawl to happen to be whatever Owen is most interested in at the moment. I have a feeling that might never change.
And, yesterday in the car, he started "talking." I heard "Da, da, da, da, da, da" and "La, la, la, la, oooooh," coming from the backseat....and it wasn't Owen!
Now that he is covering ground, he has just snowballed into other fun developments. He is starting to pull up on things to see what is up higher and/or inside. Once he gets hold of the basket of toys, he pulls it over, dumps everything out, and has a ball!
I took Owen to the potty yesterday and when we returned, Liam was crawling across the playroom. Owen went up to him and said "Where goin', baby" then followed him to the trains. Owen said "Baby, want to play trains?...Okay...Not that one...That's Owen's....{picks out another train and hands it to Liam}...Here you go." Hmmmm...not perfect, but a better attitude than I thought Owen might have when Liam dug into the trains. Not a bad start ;-) 
The one thing that does get to Owen a bit, is when Liam knocks Cranky over....that makes Owen a little, well, cranky. There is something about that one that Liam LOVES. ;-)
Yesterday, we all ventured to the grocery store. Liam sat in the cart reaching and grabbing for everything that came within a foot of him. Meanwhile, Owen pushed his own cart and filled it with HIS stuff. Half way through the trip, I turn around and see that Owen has stopped and is pulling the things out of his cart and putting them on the floor. Geez. The butcher is watching and laughing. I smile kindly to the laughing butcher and kneel next to Owen. I assum that he has changed his mind about something in his cart, so I ask him what he doesn't want anymore hoping that I can identify the offending grocery, get it in my cart, and scurry away from the scene. The butcher stops me and says that he thinks Owen is just re-arranging...he'd been watching the process while I was mulling over which pork to buy. So, I watch Owen. Darn it if that laughing butcher wasn't right. Owen starts putting everything back in the cart in a very organized fashion. Ha!
When he isn't mulling over his own purchase, or talking to a fellow shopper, he just follows me and sings songs to himself. That kid really has some personality. Hilarious.
After the store, as we were driving home, I spotted a hot air balloon and pointed it out to Owen. As we drove, Owen kept spotting it. Just when I was turning into our street, Owen asked for "more hot air balloon." So, I backed the car up and we just drove and followed the balloon until it landed. Afterward, it was all Owen could talk about (today, too, for that matter).
I downloaded and printed hot air balloon coloring pages and we were coloring and drawing hot air balloons when Liam crawled over and grabbed a marker.
Owen: "Baby, you want to draw hot air balloon"
Liam: hanging on tight to the marker
Owen: "Okay, baby. Here go." Owen opened the marker for him.
Liam: just swung the marker around in the air.
Owen: Looking a little frustrated that Liam wasn't drawing a hot air balloon, said "Baby, like this." and then Owen drew one.
Liam: still not drawing.
Owen: Decides that Liam must not have just the color he wants, so he trades it out for another, different marker, and opens it for him.
Liam: swings the new marker around.
Owen: frustration mounting.
Me: Owen, it is so nice of you to share and to show Liam how to draw. But, I think he just wants to watch you for now.
Fun stuff, I tell ya!
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