Thursday, August 28, 2014

Owen's Golden Birthday

My sensitive little boy pointed out to me earlier this week that I didn't write a post for his birthday this year.  He brought up the blog when he was talking about the post I wrote when we lost Cody.  He wanted to read it again because he missed our dog.  This prompted Greyson to bring up how I'd foiled his birthday surprise this past year, and then he asked to read his birthday post.  Then Owen asked to see his, and well, I had nothin!

So, a very very late birthday tribute to my little guy with a big heart who loves his mama!  My little homebody who is always thinking of others.  My peace maker who views the world as very black and white.  The child who loves to talk, and talk, and talk......  Repeating lines from commercials and television shows, making new words to songs, asking questions, telling stories, giving hypothetical situations, you name it, he'll talk about it.  I've taken him grocery shopping and had him talk the ENTIRE time.  I don't do that anymore.  ;-)

Owen had been looking forward to and talking about this particular birthday for years.  His golden birthday, 8 on the 8th.  He was sure he'd get something that was gold, real gold, and he couldn't wait.

I was happy to help him out with his gold expectations.



As per tradition....waking to balloons in your bedroom on your birthday morning.  One for each year.



And a donut cake to start the day.




The iPod he'd been longing for.




And a mint coin set from his birth year.



He always loves getting a card from his Aunt Chris with a little note from his cousin Jessica inside.




Later that evening my parents stopped over to celebrate with us.  They brought Owen the real gold he was hoping for.



 

The next evening we were off for some roller skating and frozen yogurt with friends.



This was BEFORE the sugar!

 


I love my bitty boy so much and cannot imagine life without him and his stories!

Monday, August 18, 2014

A Weekend Adventure On The Peshtigo River

Well it took nearly the entire summer but I finally managed to get out of town with the boys and go camping.  There were a few changes to my original camping plan deep in the woods off the beaten path, but it was an excellent way to get our feet wet and figure this whole thing out.  Probably a much more realistic trip as well.  :-)  I opted to take them to a campground and rafting place that I spent a lot of time at as a child.  It was really nice to be back there after so many years, seeing familiar faces who were genuinely happy to see us and welcomed us with hugs and hospitality, it was like being with family and we can't wait to go back!

My aunt and uncle were gracious enough to let us borrow their pop-up camper for the weekend, which was an extra nice amenity when the rain came on Saturday afternoon.  My dad went with the boys on Friday afternoon and got the campsite set up while I worked for the day.  Another nice treat!

I insisted on making s'mores before bed on Friday night.  I'd been looking forward to a campfire all day.




We made a fire on Saturday morning and boiled some water for coffee.  I planned relatively no maintenance meals not knowing what we'd have available in the camper and had no idea my dad was bringing his tripod up.  So....no pancakes or bacon over the fire....just water.  Oh well!

I have no words for this child sometimes.  He evades my camera 90% of the time so I take what I can get.  And yes, we're allllll aware he needs a haircut.  All of us but Owen, that is.






Ya think they want a bite?




We went down by the river bank while my dad went back to his cabin for some fire wood and to mow the lawn.  The plan was to go tubing down the river later in the afternoon so we figured we'd check out the water temps.



I think that means it's cold!!!!




Snacks and games before tubing.



So, when you mess up at a game and then get angry at yourself and throw your score sheet into the fire sometimes you get lucky and can fish it out when you've calmed down.  Then you're even luckier when your mom and brother let you make up your missed turns because you've wholeheartedly apologized.  Notice the lovely charred and crumpled score sheet in the picture below.  Enough said.



No pictures of the tubing adventures for obvious reasons.  Cameras and rivers don't mix.  We did get poured on about 5 minutes into the river trip.  Greyson and my dad toughed it out.  Owen flipped and I pulled him to shore so that we could walk back to the campsite.  Greyson convinced me to take another trip down the river with him around 5 that evening and I'm so happy I did, we had a blast.  He's excited to go back in the spring for a rafting trip when the water is high from the spring run off.

They loved all the old shoes hanging by the raft barn for the people who come ill prepared.



Greyson had something going with the camp dogs.




I take back what I said before....Owen does in fact know he needs a haircut.  :-)

 


Greyson learned how to make foil dinners at Scout camp earlier this summer and was dying to make dinner for us when we camped.  He did a great job cutting veggies and making sure everyone had their packets marked and sealed.  



This picture makes me laugh every time I see it.



I had to laugh at their vast difference in driving styles.




The glow football Greyson came up with was a lot of fun.  It lead to glow hula hoops and a glow dog as well.



Things ended up getting pretty chilly on Saturday night so by Sunday morning the boys and Minnie and I were all snuggled up in one bed under three blankets.  It was cozy until they decided to tickle me....and then Owen fell out of the tent part of the camper.  Then it was eye watering, pee your pants laughter.  And that's the memory I want to end the trip with.  :-)


Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Hanging With The Chief

Owen has had a lot of nicknames in his short life...it all started when Greyson couldn't pronounce his name and called him Onion.  Chief has stuck around for a while and well, it's better than vegetables....  But even with a strong nickname, he'd been feeling a little under fire and beaten down the past few months.  It sort of came to a head during our Memorial weekend getaway to the cabin.  So I sat him down for a talk.  Okay, I say by the fire with my coffee and he walked round and round the fire pit chatting with me.

We talked about fear and confidence.  We talked about not letting others get us down and we talked about needing to do things to show yourself you can sometimes.  He said that the biggest fear that he could pinpoint was his fear of heights.  My logical solution?  The Zip Lines.

We had an hour wait before they were able to fit us into the rotation so we took a side trip to the local fresh water spring to fill up our water containers.  With a new well at the cabin it's not always the best drinking water.  This stuff is so cold and so clear.  Love it!






Then it was time to get down to business.  According to Owen, scary business.  We were in a group with four other people who were together.  They couldn't have been sweeter to my boy.




When I look back at these I can see and feel how nervous he was.  But he pushed through.  He wanted so badly to be able to say that he did it.


 
 


Getting fastened for his first trek.

 




At each stop he would hold my rope even though we were fastened in two places.  Sweetest thing.



We came out alive and smiling!




We ended the day collecting trash on our short unmarked road.  I had been running with Henry in the mornings and was sickened by how much trash I saw out there.






I let him take me for a spin in the woods before we parked the UTV for the evening.  As we get going he leans over and tells me that he's never driven the thing.  Greeeaatttt!!!!!


 

Here's to facing your fears Chief!