Owen:  “I want a super-sized watergun for Christmas so that I can squirt my little sister with it.”

Sophie (the little sister):  “Oh yeah?  I want a PINK watergun for Christmas.  And i’m going to squirt you everyday (to Owen).”

So there.

O has been extremely excited about Christmas. He is 4 now so it is expected. He fully understands the tradition of putting up the Christmas tree. Hell, he has been asking us to put up the tree all year round. His philosophy is “If you put it up… he will come (and bring presents).”

So Sunday, we put up our tree, decorated it, listened to Christmas music and when all was said and done… felt really happy and accomplished.

The next morning, O raced into our bedroom and said… “Mommy…. where are the presents?” Poor guy. He figured if we put up the tree that meant that Santa was sure to come and pay him a visit. No wonder he went to bed without complaints the night before.

I explained to him that Christmas is 25 days away. Since he doesn’t yet have a good concept of time, we took the liberty of building a Santa calendar this evening. You know… construction paper, Elmer’s glue, cotton balls, etc. He had a blast and now he knows that all he has to do is count the days without the cotton balls to see how close we are to Christmas!

In other news…. he told Brodykins (the baby… currently going into the 6 month) that he could just dip him (Brodykins) in his coffee. LOL! The kid doesn’t even drink coffee… watered down juice maybe… but not coffee. Ah well.. I suppose that will go up there with his zip lining hobby. You got it– zip lining. A couple of weeks ago he told his preschool teacher that he likes to zip line. Imagine the look on her face when she asked “Does he go zip lining?” I am ashamed to admit that my 4 year old knew what zip lining was. I had no clue. The preschool teacher actually had to define it for me.

So now that I know I can clarify….no… no we do not let our 4 year old hang onto some kind of smallish contraption while soaring on a rope 1,000 feet above land.

So O is keeping us in stitches. I love his personality! He is so funny! When asked what he wants for Christmas, we get different answers. Yesterday it was Transformers, today it is a clock, tomorrow it will probably be something that comes with a turbocharger.

Oh my gawd… Owie had me cracking up today! So, he and little sis were playing with toys. Soph found a little purse (one of those McDonalds speed racer purses… ) and started filling it up with little toy cars. She will play with anything that Owie plays with! She adores her big bro!

Anyway, Owie saw that Soph had a neat way of hauling around the cars and also decided (which he usually does) that he wants what she has. So, he tried taking the purse away from her. Husb and I explained that Soph had it first and that he had to wait until she dropped it and got bored with it.

Ever the literal person (so much like me it’s scary!) he decided to devise his own plan to get the purse. I was in the kitchen cleaning it up and heard the following exchange between the two of them…

Owie: “Sophie can I have it?”
Soph: “Nooo”
Owie: “Puleeease can I have it?”
Soph: “No Owie. No see.”
Owie: “Come on! My turn!”
Soph: “No mine!”
Owie: “Drop it Sophie, Drop it! You can do it!”
Soph: Silence… and then a thunk
Owie: “You dropped it! Good job!”

Then two seconds later….

Owie: “She dropped it mommy!”
Me: “Dropped what, Owie?”
Owie: “She dropped the purse with the cars in it!”
Me: *laughing* “My you are devious O!”

My son the negotiator. He tried everything to get her to give him that little purse. He even offered to trade her some of his less-than-precious-cars just to get it. She of course declined until he told her to drop it. Soph loves dropping things… food on the floor, her sippy cup, toys…. etc. You name it, she’s dropped it.

The best part about the exchange between the two of them is that she didn’t throw a tantrum after seeing Owie snatch up the prized purse. That was a definite gullible moment for her. Hee!

I have heard that 3 year olds can be hilarious in the way they say things.  My son, is no exception.  Here are a few of his current ideals:

Owiebear says:

• On the subject of which cable company is best:  “It’s not complex, it’s Comcast!”
• On self-esteem:  “Hey, buck up man!  This is Dave Seville!”
• When asking why I wear nightgowns instead of pajamas with bottoms (I tried explaining to him that I get hot at night):  “Mama, why do you have hot legs?”
• On the quest for knowledge:  “If its so, we need to know!”
• On trying new foods:  “I tried it and I liked it!”
• On financial matters: “It’s my money and I need it now!”
• The great debate:  Do trucks honk or barp?  “Trucks don’t barp mama, BLUE barps.  Trucks go HONK HONK!”
• On medical issues such as a scraped knee or a hurt finger:  “The boo-boo doesn’t need a kiss.  It needs a bandaid.”

My husband and I say that he is a walking PSA! LOL!